Changqingzi followed Chen Lin into the Song-Style Courtyard House, trembling with apprehension.
The moment he crossed the invisible formation barrier, his cloudy old eyes lit up.
Pure spiritual energy nourished his depleted meridians like rain after a long drought.
"A Dual Spirit-Gathering Formation! Sir, I have never seen a formation that harnesses the wonders of heaven and earth like this, not even in all the ancient texts I have studied," Changqingzi marveled sincerely, his reverence deepening further.
Chen Lin walked at an unhurried pace, his hands in his pockets. "Enough flattery. Tell me, before the spiritual veins were severed eight hundred years ago, what was the highest cultivation realm on Blue Star?"
Changqingzi grew solemn and answered respectfully, "Sir, it was late Nascent Soul. The old immortals who led Kunlun and Shushan back then were all at that realm. As for divine transformation... that was merely a vague legend in ancient texts. Throughout history, I have never heard of anyone reaching that level."
"Late Nascent Soul?" Chen Lin raised an eyebrow.
That meant Blue Star's civilization of immortal cultivation had not amounted to much even at its peak. It had not produced a single divine transformation cultivator.
"Then, aside from you, are there any other old monsters still alive in this world?" Chen Lin's voice turned cold.
Changqingzi hesitated briefly, then smiled bitterly. "I cannot say for certain. After all, I was only at early Nascent Soul back then. Those late Nascent Soul old monsters possessed extraordinary means. Perhaps they, too, had methods of prolonging their lives through suspended animation."
After a pause, he added, "But you need not worry, sir. For these eight hundred years, heaven and earth have been a prison. Without spiritual energy to nourish them, even if they are alive, their strength will have dwindled to