Chapter 241: Overblown Worries
On the morning that possibly would lead to the end of thousands of years spent challenging the heavens, Ye Zhengsheng rose after sunrise and had a quiet, leisurely breakfast. He and Yan Mingxia were in no hurry to depart for the small village holding the upstart Rising Tide Sect. The final end came for all those who failed to reach immortality, but there was no reason to rush toward it after so many millennia of desperately fighting to stave it off, after all.
Contrasting with his general malaise stemming from thoughts of his possible demise, a small bit of excitement was rising in him. He’d lived his life going from one challenging battle to the next, and it had been so, so long since he’d engaged with anyone truly capable of hurting him.
By all accounts, the sect leader, Chao Su, was formidable. If rumors were to be believed, he might have even reached a higher realm than Nascent Soul. If so, Ye Zhengsheng’s final battle would be something completely new for him, something that few cultivators have ever experienced—combat against a Nihility realm cultivator while a major realm below.
The thought was … exhilarating.
Of course, the sect leader, Chao Su, might not be as powerful as some believed him to be. Ye Zhengsheng’s and Yan Mingxia’s journeys might not end that day. But even should the two of them survive the battle, they were both on a clock, one that spanned mere decades instead of even centuries.
It was nice to entertain the notion of the tall tale that Teng Wuying spun about a Trial Pagoda with such heavens defying power as to be able to propel even cultivators in the Nascent Soul level to a breakthrough, but such stories always turned out to be fiction. Ye Zhengsheng had used five or six such pagodas in his day and heard firsthand accounts of dozens of others. None had the powers Teng Wuying had claimed.
If one did have such an ability, the effects would be profound. All but a tiny, tiny percentage of cultivators bottlenecked before reaching immortality. The ability to simply enter a trial to breakthrough would be a boon beyond imagining for any of them.
Not a cultivator on the planet wouldn’t want to control such a treasure. Its mere presence might ignite a war that burned the entire planet. The strength required to hold such a thing didn’t even exist in legend. Forget Nihility. One would have to reach two full major realms above that to Half Step Immortal to have a chance of maintaining influence over an object so powerful.
There was absolutely no possible way a sect leader of a nothing sect had possession of a pagoda that could do anything like Teng Wuying believed. The boy’s eyes were filled with spirit coins. Ye Zhengsheng had seen many cultivators over the years inflicted with the same disease.
Such concerns were no longer his worry, though. He had one last mission to carry out for the sect. After taking a relaxing bath, dressing in his favorite combat robe, and calming his mind with an hour of meditation, he rose to go meet Yan Mingxia.