The Suspended River Immortal covets my grand divine abilities.
Other Ancient Immortals might well do the same.
Chen Jichuan sighed inwardly.
He had intended to study the two Ancient Immortal corpses until he could progress no further, or until he attained the station of an Ancient Immortal.
But now it seemed time would not wait for him.
The Ancient Immortals' covetous eyes left him without enough time to study them at leisure.
I can only refine them as soon as possible.
I must refine them as soon as possible.
Immortal corpses contained the profound mysteries of the Great Dao, with remnants of the Ancient Immortals' own "Dao" lingering within. Thus, True Immortals like Chen Jichuan could comprehend many principles through them and advance their attainment in the Dao.
But once they were made into refined corpses, many of their intrinsic qualities and principles would inevitably be damaged or diminished during the refining process. Though one would gain a nearly invincible fighting force afterward, for a True Immortal devoted to pursuing the Ancient Immortal Realm, the losses undoubtedly outweighed the gains.
And so.
Even the Suspended River Immortal had hidden away the Ancient Immortal corpse he obtained in the Immortal-Fall Battlefield and studied it for many years. Only when he could advance no further had he refined it into a Furred Immortal, relying on it to roam the universe in search of further opportunities before finally breaking through.
Chen Jichuan had possessed the two immortal corpses for two million years. His pace of comprehension and advancement had actually slowed long ago. From here on, even the slightest improvement would require hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years of grinding effort.
Yet even so, these two immortal corpses still held untapped potential for him.
With his current attainment in the Dao