If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

In comparison, Zhou Ming's foundation was somewhat weak.

At present, the only thing he possesses is the black sword sheath in his dantian that barely qualifies as a primordial spiritual treasure.

However, this innate spiritual treasure has an extremely limited function. It has no offensive, defensive, or field control abilities. Its only purpose is to calm and soothe the anger of fellow Daoists.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down" was nurtured day and night by him over many years with a massive amount of resources, regardless of cost.

It has only just reached the level of a postnatal treasure, and is still a long way from being a true innate spiritual treasure.

However, for a treasure acquired later to transform into a spiritual treasure of innate nature, it cannot be achieved simply by accumulating ordinary cultivation resources.

Primordial spiritual treasures carry the essence of heaven and earth and require primordial spiritual materials for nourishment.

No matter how much resources one acquires later in life, it cannot bridge the gap in the fundamental rules.

Looking at the group of quasi-saints before him, almost all of them wielded an innate spiritual treasure. Some of them, with profound foundations, even possessed two treasures: one for offense and the other for defense. With their combined offensive and defensive capabilities and overwhelming power, Zhou Ming's envy grew even stronger.

Along his journey, he swept across half of the immortal realm, plundering countless sect treasures and strongholds, accumulating a vast amount of cultivation resources.

However, all the treasure vaults contained only basic cultivation resources such as immortal stones, pills, spiritual materials, and cultivation techniques.

He had never seen a complete innate artifact in any sect's treasure vault.

Let alone innate spiritual treasures or innate supreme treasures, I have never even seen a single ordinary innate material.

Cultivation in the Immortal Realm is arduous, and every innate treasure is a top-tier opportunity that is hard to come by.

Ordinary cultivators, once they obtain innate spiritual materials or treasures, will keep them for themselves to hone their Dao foundation, nourish themselves, and enhance their combat power, and will never hand them over to the sect's reserves.

Those who reach the Quasi-Saint level are even more insightful and have a clear understanding of the Great Dao.

For them, sects, races, and powers are merely tools to help them gather information, avoid risks, and collect resources.

At most, out of consideration for shared ancestry and past relationships, they might offer some assistance, but they would never let the power of their sect hinder their own path to enlightenment.

They would never store invaluable innate treasures in the sect's treasury for others to enjoy.

This is why the treasure troves of all the major powers in the heavens always contain only acquired resources, and it is difficult to find any innate resources.

Zhou Ming suppressed his envy and continued to conceal himself, silently analyzing the innate grand formation.

While observing the twenty-odd Quasi-Saints in front of them restraining and fighting each other to clear the field, they waited quietly.

Time passed second by second amidst the fierce battle between the various Quasi-Saints.

Zhou Ming's analysis of the grand formation was also progressing silently.

Watching the group of quasi-saints wielding innate spiritual treasures and wantonly slaughtering savage beasts, the envy in his eyes lingered for a long time.

But in an instant, that envy was replaced by a deep sense of heartache, and he felt a pang of regret in his heart.

The twenty-odd Quasi-Saints present were all deeply rooted and incredibly powerful.

The savage beasts' ferocious blood and physical energy are of almost no use to their cultivation advancement.

In their eyes, these overwhelming savage beasts were merely obstacles, burdens that disrupted the rhythm of breaking the formation, and were easily wiped out.

But in Zhou Ming's eyes, these savage beasts were completely different.

The flesh and blood of every savage beast are the purest and most direct resources for cultivation.

It is a precious resource that can be truly transformed into one's own cultivation and nourish the universe.

The quasi-saints who casually killed these beasts were not useless creatures, but rather the cultivation accumulation that should have belonged to them.

Every time a savage beast falls, it means a resource is completely lost, which is equivalent to losing a real boost in strength for nothing.

Watching hordes of savage beasts perish one after another under the bombardment of the innate spiritual treasure, Zhou Ming felt a pang of heartache, yet there was nothing he could do.

He shouldn't reveal himself now, so he's completely unable to stop the group of quasi-saints and can only watch helplessly as massive resources are wasted.

Thus, Zhou Ming, while secretly envying the innate spiritual treasures in everyone's hands and feeling sorry for the constantly disappearing savage beast resources, had mixed feelings but did not stop what he was doing.

He remained steadfast atop the mountain, focused and unwavering, continuously harnessing the power of the world, patiently permeating and assimilating the rules of the innate grand formation, thread by thread.

After a long period of continuous analysis and dissolution, the originally thick, solid, and highly resistant innate array was finally assimilated into a tiny crack under Zhou Ming's continuous erosion.

The gap is small, just enough for one person to pass through.

Having confirmed that the great array barrier had been breached, Zhou Ming instantly suppressed all distracting thoughts, putting aside his envy and regret.

The most important opportunity is right in front of us; the secret treasure within the formation is the real prize. There's no need to dwell on the wasted beast resources.

Zhou Ming's expression hardened, and he stopped lingering. His aura remained concealed as he flashed out, using the tiny gap in the array he had created to silently and instantly penetrate the outer barrier of the innate array and directly enter the array's interior.

Zhou Ming's movement speed had reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. His movements were extremely fast, and he made no sound at all throughout the entire process, making it clean and efficient.

However, more than twenty quasi-saints gathered here, each with a powerful soul and keen senses, and the entire airspace was firmly covered by the divine thoughts of many quasi-saints.

No matter how fast Zhou Ming moved or how small the noise was, the subtle changes that penetrated the innate array were still instantly noticed by everyone.

The group of quasi-saints, who were originally raising their hands to sweep away the savage beasts and using their magic weapons to suppress the beast tide, all stopped in their tracks.

Everyone instantly stopped their attacks, ignoring the savage beasts surging, roaring, and charging in all directions.

The fierce fighting instantly ceased, the magical artifacts' spiritual light all receded at this moment, and the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

At the same time, all the quasi-saints' gazes were fixed on the spot where Zhou Ming had just entered the great formation, their eyes instantly filled with surprise, vigilance, and solemnity.

They had been here for a while and naturally had a clear understanding of the great formation.

To everyone's surprise, someone silently broke through the array barrier and infiltrated the array.

Without further hesitation, the group of Quasi-Saints activated their powers in unison, instantly changing direction and rapidly surrounding the gap in the formation where Zhou Ming had infiltrated.

The crowd's expressions turned solemn, their fighting spirit barely concealed, completely shattering the previous tense standoff.

All attention was focused on the mysterious intruder who had suddenly appeared.

Feng Yue stared intently at the location where the innate grand formation had just fluctuated, his expression grave, and asked urgently.

"Old Huang, someone has entered the formation!"

Huang Laoguai was already furious because his whereabouts had been exposed and he had been intercepted by a group of quasi-saints, and his resentment had not yet subsided.

Upon hearing Feng Yue's reminder, he frowned deeply, his face darkened, and his tone was filled with irritation and impatience as he coldly retorted.

"I'm not blind, I don't need your noisy reminders!"

Feng Yue was rebuked in public, but he didn't get angry at all.

He and Huang Laoguai had known each other for ages and had been fighting and confronting each other for years. They knew each other's temperaments by heart and naturally knew that the other was in a very bad mood at the moment and would not care about this verbal dispute.