Chapter 1708 - 1704: The Deal

Chapter 1708: Chapter 1704: The Deal

The Elephant Beast said: "What happened just now? It was too strange."

It doesn’t care about Chu Zhiyuan’s Realm and has little understanding of Cultivation Realm.

Its deepest understanding is of Spiritual Energy.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I have reached the Taiqing Realm, making me independent of Heaven and Earth, forming my own entity."

"So Heaven and Earth don’t provide you with Spiritual Energy anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Then..."

"Heaven and Earth can no longer influence me, nor can they trap me," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "It is true liberation and freedom."

"But you have no Spiritual Energy," the Elephant Beast said.

It couldn’t imagine how to live without Spiritual Energy.

Everything needs Spiritual Energy.

Without Spiritual Energy, it’s no different than lacking water or air.

Spiritual Energy gives the body vitality; without it, the body would quickly wither and die.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "Of course, I have Spiritual Energy. I can extract it myself, and the source of Spiritual Energy is there."

"Where? Oh, oh oh, there!"

The Elephant Beast immediately understood it was the Inner Universe and reveled: "You have indeed become your own Heaven and Earth, truly the Lord of Heaven and Earth."

"Exactly!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly.

The Elephant Beast’s understanding of Heaven and Earth is still incredibly profound; it’s an innate advantage that requires no effort, speaking profound truths easily.

One cannot detach from the surrounding Heaven and Earth, cannot fully liberate; even if one controls their Inner Universe, they can’t be considered its true master.

Because the surrounding Heaven and Earth can influence oneself, thereby affecting the Inner Universe.

Without detachment, it’s as if an Emperor stands above.

He looked into the distance, toward the direction of the immense tower.

With his closer connection to the Taixu Tower, his perception of that immense tower grows stronger.

He can vividly sense the existence of the immense tower, not just its position but also its Spirituality.

Clearly positioned, actively spiritual, it seems eager to act.

Chu Zhiyuan was thoughtfully contemplating.

The Spirituality was eager to act—why eager? What does it intend to do?

He vanished in the next moment, appearing a mile away from the tower on a mountain peak.

An elegant lady already stood at the mountain peak, with a cat perched on each shoulder—a white cat on the left and a black cat on the right.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his brows.

The elegant lady wore a green robe, gazing distantly at the immense tower.

Surrounding the tower floated numerous figures, all being Spirit Venerables.

High Rank Spirit Venerables were inside, Low Rank Venerables outside, encircling the tower, forming two rings.

No one could directly break through the rings to freely enter or exit.

Those outside wishing to enter find it difficult, just as those inside wishing to exit do.

Over this period, a stable arrangement gradually took shape.

Cooperation among them, yet they remain wary of each other.

The two cats on her shoulders simultaneously turned to glare at Chu Zhiyuan.

Their fur stood up, eyes narrowed into slits, claws extended from their soft pads.

In Chu Zhiyuan’s mind resounded the Elephant Beast’s cold snort.

The Elephant Beast raised its tail, its eyes hardened into golden lines.

The two cats, upon meeting its golden-lined gaze, immediately relaxed, fur settling down, sharp claws retracting into their pads.

By then, the elegant lady had sensed something amiss and turned her head—none other than Song Wantao.

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists slightly: "Miss Song, how have you been?"

Song Wantao’s expression slightly changed.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "Miss Song, you are indeed unwilling to leave, are you still seeking an opportunity to seize?"

"Aren’t you the same, Mr. Chu?" Song Wantao huffed, "You are also unwilling, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "Just came to join the excitement."

"Only watching the excitement and not intending to seize, Mr. Chu, that statement..." Song Wantao shook her head.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Song Wantao’s slender eyebrows furrowed.

An inexplicable belief in Chu Zhiyuan’s words grew within her.

She became wary: Could this be some Miracle Technique greatly influencing her judgment?

Though not wanting to believe, a belief settled within her heart.

This curious strangeness would fool the average person but couldn’t deceive her.

She frowned, intensely staring at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "What advice do you have, Miss Song?"

Song Wantao slowly said: "Mr. Chu, what Realm are you in now?"

She found herself unable to discern Chu Zhiyuan’s Realm.

She had already advanced a Transition and further enhanced her Piercing Light Technique to Perfection.

In such a state, she observed the world’s myriad things as if they were lines on her palm.

Even if Chu Zhiyuan were a Spirit Venerable Nine Transitions, she could still discern clearly.

But now, Chu Zhiyuan, standing in front of her, seemed like a hazy shadow.

Though standing before her, the Piercing Light was blurry, distant and near, vague.

He seemed submerged in deep waters, surface gently rippling, he moving at the water’s bottom.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "Miss Song, you can’t make out?"

"Forgive my unsophisticated eyes, I cannot discern."

"I am somewhat above a Spirit Venerable."

"Above a Spirit Venerable... Emperor?"

"More or less."

"...Impressive," Song Wantao said with a bitter smile.

She hadn’t expected Chu Zhiyuan could truly achieve the Emperor Realm.

Back when learning of Chu Zhiyuan swiftly attaining Spirit Venerable, she had considered it.

Seeing Chu Zhiyuan actually achieve it, she couldn’t help but compare, feeling peculiar emotions.

She was also a prodigy, unparalleled in the world.

Achieving Immortal Evil Emperor, reigning supreme over Evil Sect with hopes to unify it, might reverse its nature.

Yet before Chu Zhiyuan, her radiance seemed dim, like stars before the full moon.

It made her, once proud and dismissive, quite uneasy.

She didn’t want to admit her jealousy, fearing it made her seem small.

But deep inside, she indeed felt discomfort.

Chu Zhiyuan asked with a smile: "Miss Song, do you not believe?"

"I believe, with Mr. Chu saying so, how could I not," Song Wantao adjusted her demeanor, "Then why hesitate, Mr. Chu? Just seize the Taixu Tower; no one can stop you."

A realm difference suffices to crush all Spirit Venerables; even combined they can’t obstruct an Emperor.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "I haven’t such thoughts."

Song Wantao frowned at him.

Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Miss Song, do you know how many Emperors exist worldwide?"

He very much wanted to clarify this.

Especially the Four Symbols Emperor, despite appearing alongside the abyss, couldn’t be located again.

"Throughout history... less than ten," Song Wantao said, "My Evil Sect once had an Emperor, now fallen."

Chu Zhiyuan raised his brows.

Song Wantao explained: "As I know, Emperors aren’t undying, their Lifespan akin to Spirit Venerables."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "It seems the inheritances Miss Song acquired belong to that Emperor."

Song Wantao said: "What about you, Mr. Chu, inheriting from an Emperor too?"

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.

The Taixu True Scripture can be considered an Emperor’s inheritance.

Song Wantao nodded understandingly: "No wonder."

"Miss Song, unifying the Evil Sect and metamorphosing it is futile."

Song Wantao frowned.

He knew her aspirations?

She hadn’t shared it with anyone; no one was supposed to know.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Even achieving Immortal Evil Emperor won’t suffice; the nature of the Evil Sect is uncontrollable."

"As Immortal Evil Emperor, forcibly overturning their ideas is possible," Song Wantao replied faintly, "Do you understand the abilities of an Immortal Evil Emperor, Mr. Chu?"

"Somewhat," Chu Zhiyuan replied, "Evil Sect disciples’ daily worship of your Divine Statue can change their perception?"

"Indeed."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It merely suppresses forcefully, not fully altering—liable anytime to backfire more wildly."

Song Wantao frowned.

Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Have you methods to find Emperors, Miss Song?"

Song Wantao contemplated silently.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "How about we make a transaction."

"What transaction?"