Star Gate

Supreme Zhang smiled, seeing right through Celestial Pole. “If Silver Moon’s inhabitants are unwilling to come back with the rest, let them be! They seem to have produced their own ruler! Granted, with your personality, you’d much rather one thing less than one thing more. You’d want nothing more than for Silver Moon to remain where they are!”

Celestial Pole looked around sheepishly. How would he ever be that kind of person?

“In addition, I’m concerned that you’ll drop out halfway and find somewhere to sleep instead if you travel on your own. That kind of action is entirely up your alley! Have the Pagoda King accompany you!”

Celestial Pole’s jaw dropped. Was... was this appropriate? The Pagoda King’s even more afraid of death than me! What if we both decide to stop somewhere and just take a nap?

“I’m not worried about the Pagoda King being similar to you because while he’s afraid of death, he also wants to grow stronger.” The supreme smiled meaningfully. “I will also give him a tenth of the world origin if he comes back with the others. He’s only just set foot into second rank exalted emperor and may ascend to third or fourth rank after he absorbs that energy. Because of that, he’s much more proactive than you!

“I’m sending both of you out together because he’s also an exceedingly vigilant person. It is to his credit that he’s survived to present day. I may not be able to deem anything about your joint battle strength, but at least you’ll be able to ensure your survival. I don’t wish for you to die in search of Zhang An and the rest. Your father would not be happy about that!

“If it wasn’t for the fact that battle is at hand, your father would be the best candidate for this task!” laughed the supreme. Celestial Pole’s father was an exceedingly... indifferent powerhouse. He was a tried and true veteran exalted emperor!

Of the nine emperors and four sovereigns, the Western Emperor was a fifth rank emperor. As such, he was much stronger than regular masters of mid worlds. What a pity that he completely lacked all need and desire. He never sat if he could lie down.

They would have to give him all of a major world’s origin to have him take any sort of action. It was too hard otherwise.

Celestial Pole curled his lip without a word. My father? My father would want nothing more than for me to go and him to stay put! If I don’t go, he’ll have to go. I’m the only one who can sense my replica, but he might be able to get a hint or two through the power of the bloodline...

“Very well, so it’s the Pagoda King then. He’s not that strong, but he’s skilled at running away...”

Now isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?