There were two occasions in which he had almost lost his life to the streak of sword qi during the thousands of years in which he had been lurking in this small world.0

Furthermore, killing others through brute force was no different from the actions of a naughty child destroying an ant's nest. Back in his hometown, the old man had been no stranger to such activities, and as a result, he had encountered that guest elder from the Daoist temple, reducing him to the pitiful situation that he was in.0

The many treasures, buildings, and immortal scriptures on the mountain no longer meant much to the old man. Once he reached a sufficient cultivation base that would allow him to ensure self-preservation on any continent of the Majestic World, he would establish a sect of his own, at which point all of these treasures and fated opportunities would become part of the wealth of his sect. 0

However, that was only going to happen far in the future, so none of the treasures were useful to him in the immediate future. The treasures that were too lowly in caliber were of no interest to him, and he didn't mind seeing them destroyed and reduced to spiritual energy to nourish this small world.0

This place was extremely abundant in spiritual energy, particularly water fortune, but that wasn't always the case.1

At the moment, the old man's attention was focused not on the three Golden Core Tier earth immortals, but instead on three other people.0

One of them was too lucky, and that was working against them.1

Somehow, they had managed to obtain a third of the fated opportunities from the Daoist temple on the mountain summit, including the wooden fragments of the shattered deity statue, and a bunch of glazed roof tiles and floor bricks.0

As for the other two, one of them was someone that he was actually tempted to take as his disciple. There really was some affinity between the two, and if they could become master and disciple, then the latter would surely be able to advance rapidly in their cultivation....0