Above the Immortal Realm...
To him now, such words lay somewhat beyond his understanding—mystical and fantastical.
What a grand undertaking. No wonder that Senior Canghai had spoken with such confidence that year.
"Daoist Ming, this star has not yet been developed, so it is not particularly large. The continent spans roughly a thousand yuan-years in every direction, but it was prepared for races such as yours. What kind of Daoist grounds you wish to establish will be entirely up to your clan."
"Many thanks!"
Ming Ransheng deeply cupped his fists. Standing in the starry void, he looked down upon that primitive, savage star-continent, and a trace of agitation could not help flashing through his heart. He had heard that there were Three Thousand Star Territories here, with an unimaginably vast continent at their center.
This was already more than enough for the Fate Clan to survive. Perhaps only a power like this in the Immortal Realm could truly treat the Fate Clan as equals.
"Stars may naturally expand, but Daoist Ming must remember this: beyond your clan's star-continent, none of the Immortal Dao Resources throughout our Eternal Immortal Frontier may be mined—not even a blade of grass or a tree."
"Daoist Zhang, this..."
Surprise flashed in Ming Ransheng's eyes, and he hesitated to speak. He had served as a minister in the Immortal Court for many years and could be considered broadly experienced, yet he had truly never seen such tyrannical immortal regulations. Besides, how could they possibly control cultivators of all Ten Thousand Clans everywhere?!
After all, who lacked selfish desire?
"How you expand and survive will depend on your own development of the outside world. The Fate Clan is a major race of the Immortal Realm. Though your strength is not much to look at among the Ten