At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

Frostfall Starfield, Frontier, Shutong Star.

This star has an excellent geographical location in the star field. It looks north to the three major star fields and is backed by the three central star corridors of the star fields. There are even starships passing by here. It is an exceptionally powerful star for cultivating immortality.

This star is home to numerous ancient families, sects, and powerful forces.

Since that group of mysterious powerful figures bought the entire star field, they have frequently caused trouble, constantly suppressing all sides, and from time to time, immortals have personally come down from the mountains to suppress them.

The star Shutong is famous both within and outside the star field for its tung ore. This ore can be refined into Star Tung Essence, which is one of the materials favored by the ancient Immortal Puppet Clan, as it is one of the small materials used to refine the physical body.

In the ancient immortal realm, there were no longer any powerful immortal puppets that could be directly created.

It can be said that the descendants of the Immortal Puppet Clan are all mortal spirits, cultivating the myriad paths together. However, the natural treasures of the Eternal Immortal Realm are truly terrifying, no longer able to support the conditions for the descendants of the Immortal Puppet Clan to transform into spirits. Therefore, the Eternal Lower Realm beings of Tong Mine are also very fond of it.

Immortal puppets hold a pivotal position in the Eternal Immortal Realm, and can be considered the best Daoist companions for cultivators of every race.

So Shu Tongxing and his group can be considered to have 'spent a lot of money'.

In a mine.

There, a large group of Netherworld Mistfolk were casting spells, digging at the three-zhang-tall tung ore.

This group resembles wisps of drifting fog, its body a deep purple-black, with countless tiny, silvery-white glimmers of light faintly visible within, like countless wandering souls floating and drifting in the fog.

They have no fixed facial features, only occasionally a pair of pale, pupil-less, misty eyes appearing on their "heads," glowing eerily and sending chills down your spine when they stare at you.

As they were mining, the mist suddenly expanded like a giant umbrella, and dozens of translucent long arms stretched out at the same time, each arm wrapped with dark blue magic threads, like whips that had come to life.

The arm slammed into the ore with a clang, and the surface of the ore was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks. The magic threads drilled into the cracks, like countless tiny snakes gnawing at it. The next moment, the entire ore exploded with a crack, and the fragments were instantly swallowed, dissolved, and purified by the mist, turning into strands of silvery-white marrow liquid that flowed back to the core along the mist.

The scene was chaotic yet bizarre, with hundreds of Fogfo huddled together, their arms flailing wildly. Blue and silver light, along with dust and rubble, mingled in the mine, and the sounds of explosions echoed one after another, as if a group of predators were devouring the carcass of a giant beast.

However, this race, which would be considered to possess extraordinary talents in the ancient immortal realm, is merely a low-class being in this universe, and is also recognized as one of the universe's servant races.

Because they really don't have much talent for immortality.

Furthermore, their spiritual roots are very uniform, with most having three types of spiritual roots, which even surpasses that of the human race. At least the human race has many 'mutants,' and this race's talent seems to be locked by the rules of the universe, leaving them helpless.

Bloodline, physique, not to mention, just like the human race, nothing special.

Inferior race in the universe.

Therefore, they became miners, laborers, and servants for various immortal sects and major factions on Shutong Star. If a powerful figure appeared, they would almost be sent to serve as death servants.

"Father."

Suddenly, a cultivator from the Mist tribe spoke in a deep voice, which was strange, as if he was making a sound by manipulating the air, "I have already heard that a great figure has come to the Immortal Capital. He is the domain lord of my Frostfall Star Region."

"Hmm." His father's voice was even lower as he continued mining. "Don't go to the market outside the mountains anymore. The news might not be true, and it has nothing to do with our family."

"Father, they said..."

"What do you mean?"

"They say the Domain Lord gave our Shutong Star a considerable fortune, a vast amount of rare and precious materials, supposedly for all the miners on our star..."

"hehe."

The father laughed, a laugh tinged with absurdity, then instantly became serious and said, "Wu Yinzheng, when did you begin to harbor such fantasies? The races of the universe are divided into nine categories, and our race belongs to the ninth category, the extraterrestrials. Who would reward our race? Focus on mining and don't let the Yu Di Immortal Sect become disgusted with you."

His eyes grew colder. If the rumors were spread and the disciples of the immortal sect found out, then all of his family's more than one hundred members would probably have to go to the garbage planet. The legendary garbage planet would probably cause them to decay quickly just from the turbid air of heaven and earth.

Wu Yinzheng's body trembled, and fear appeared in his cold eyes. He dared not say anything more and continued to grumble about mining.

The servants didn't get much pay for mining, because the greatest gift was letting them cultivate among the stars and absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

That's why Wu Yinzheng was so excited when he heard that a big shot was going to pay them.

Outside the mountains.

The mine shafts stretched out in a continuous line, as did the cave dwellings.

That was the residence of the outer disciples of the Yudi Immortal Sect, and also the overseer of this vast Tong Mine. Any deserters, lazybones, troublemakers, etc., were either killed on the spot or sent to a garbage planet.

today.

Two outer sect elders gazed at the magnificent mine, stroked their beards, and laughed heartily:

"Fellow Daoist Bei, I never imagined that what the sect thought was an ordinary mine back then would turn out to be an inexhaustible immortal mine...!"

"Hahaha, now my Shutong Star is the envy of those alien Daoist friends. I heard that the Immortal Cloud Holy Land has sent elders to my star several times. Their anxious appearance is truly laughable!"

"Fellow Daoist Pang, have you arrived from the Immortal Cloud Holy Land?"

Suddenly, Elder Bei looked startled, clearly intimidated by the prestige of this holy land, and hurriedly asked, "What is the current situation?"

"Rest assured, the Wei family of Xingbei will not allow extraterrestrial forces to participate." Elder Pang sneered. "The star wind has arrived; we should seize this opportunity to rise to its peak. I've heard..."

"Please say."

Elder Bei's eyes lit up, and he quickly bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Pang, we have been friends for ten thousand years. Are you going to keep this from me?"

seven!

Elder Pang calmly counted a number from inside his robe.

hiss...

"What?!" Elder Bei's pupils contracted, and he took two steps back in shock. "Such a grand gesture?!"

Elder Pang smiled faintly and nodded slightly, "That's true."

And the number seven is the result of the construction of seven immortal mines.

Those important figures invested the resources of seven magnificent immortal mines in the frontier of the star field, seemingly intending to connect the frontier to the outer realms and open up the newly emerging cosmic trade route. It looked as if they wanted to forcibly create a terrifying trade route with immortal stones.

The scale of the project is frighteningly large.

This news kept many powerful figures in the border regions awake at night, and they were so excited that they paced back and forth in circles.

But the emperor is far away and the sky is high.

He's just a nobody.

"Our sect's Supreme Elder is already making every effort to break through to the Second Tribulation Immortal realm. If he succeeds, the world order of Shutong Star will probably change drastically. From now on, we won't have to worry about the Wei family of the North anymore. Hehe."

"Fellow Daoist Pang, something's not right."

Elder Bei swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat slowly trickling down his forehead. "These immortal resources... but..."

"Nothing but."

Elder Pang looked out at the distant mountains with his hands behind his back. "It's just that they withheld some of the immortal resources from the slave cultivators. Besides, what do these slaves need immortal stones for? Don't they know the principle that possessing a treasure is a crime?"

“Fellow Daoist Bei, if our sect’s Supreme Elder can break through, it will naturally be your and my turn.”