This was a tangled mess of grudges and grievances, and
Although Sky Whale Supreme had his complaints about the master of the Glazed King Pagoda, from the sound of his voice, it wasn't pure hatred—there seemed to be some strange, twisted bond of grudges mixed in.
"All right, the past is the past. Little fellow, what's your name?"
"Peacock Sacred Mountain?" The old man paused, then shook his head. "Never heard of it."
"You've never heard of Peacock Sacred Mountain?"
"Is that so strange?" Sky Whale Supreme shot back.
"Only several thousand years?" Sky Whale Supreme scoffed. "Then do you know how long I've been dormant here? Let me calculate roughly—at least a hundred and fifty thousand years. And that's a conservative estimate. The last genius to enter the Six Palaces of Inheritance in the Glazed King Pagoda was over twenty thousand years ago."
Hearing this,
To the people of Glazed Royal City, Peacock Sacred Mountain might seem ancient. After all, the Peacock Great Emperor had ruled for thousands of years, spanning countless generations.
But when compared to the history of the Glazed King Pagoda, those few thousand years were nothing. The last genius to enter the Six Palaces of Inheritance had been twenty or thirty thousand years ago. At that time, Peacock Sacred Mountain probably didn't even exist yet—or if it did, it was likely just some minor faction.
However,
Seemingly noticing
"You'd be strange if you did." Sky Whale Supreme clearly didn't believe him. "If you truly understood, how could you react so calmly after hearing that number?"
In the past, Sky Whale Supreme had seen two other geniuses enter the Six Palaces of Inheritance. Their reactions to that time span had been remarkably consistent—they were utterly stunned.
"Senior, must I act shocked to satisfy your peculiar sense of entertainment?"
"Well..." Sky Whale Supreme was momentarily at a loss for words, but he still refused to concede. "You say you know—then explain it."
"The lifespan of a Great Emperor is merely five to ten thousand years, and few live past ten thousand. Only by breaking through to the Heavenly Position can one achieve a qualitative leap in lifespan. But even Heavenly Position powerhouses are not immortal. They too face natural calamities and earthly tribulations—the so-called Five Calamities of Heaven and Man. Therefore, a hundred and fifty thousand years is an extraordinarily long period, even for a Heavenly Position powerhouse."
He had assumed this was some rash, ignorant youth, but to think this young fellow could analyze the matter with such precision.
It seemed the boy truly understood the meaning of that time span.
But if he did, how could someone barely thirty years old remain so unfazed by such an immense stretch of time?
What kind of formidable mental fortitude would that require?
Sky Whale Supreme suddenly realized that his interest in this young man was growing ever stronger.
He let out a genuine sigh. "Good lad, so you being able to enter here really wasn't just luck. Impressive—truly interesting. I'm starting to find you rather promising. Oh, you mentioned you're currently using the alias Zhen Shi—why is that?"
Having been alone for a hundred and fifty thousand years, once the old man's mouth was set loose, he became a complete chatterbox with no end in sight.
Without hesitation, he recounted his origins and experiences in detail, all the way through the destruction of Danqian Palace.
He even told Sky Whale Supreme about the Danxiao Ancient Sect and the Wanxiang Ultimate Realm, holding nothing back.
Because
From the way the old man spoke, he was certainly a power beyond the Great Emperor level—a definite Heavenly Position powerhouse. As for exactly what tier of Heavenly Position cultivator he was,