For the past ten thousand years, only Gongsun Yang had made it through the Thirty-Sixth Floor. Everyone wanted to know whether anyone would manage it this time. To put it bluntly, whether human or Demon Race, anyone who cleared the Thirty-Sixth Floor would unquestionably become a key figure nurtured by their respective faction.
Wang Changsheng had no intention of taking part. Gongsun Yang was the next Island Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts Island and possessed a spirit body besides. For him to clear the Thirty-Sixth Floor, Ten Thousand Beasts Island had likely provided no small amount of help. In terms of foundations, the Wang Family was far inferior to Ten Thousand Beasts Island. The Wang Family had obtained treasures left behind by Townsea Sect, but many of them could not be used. Furthermore, the Wang Family had not been developing for long and could not catch up to Ten Thousand Beasts Island in the short term—unless a great calamity descended upon heaven and earth.
One had to know one's own measure. Being laughed at for not knowing one's own weight was no great matter; if things went wrong, one might even perish, body and soul extinguished.
Li Tianyang shook his head and said, "There's nothing to bet on in a matter like this. The younger generation has its own opportunities."
To win the wager, one would have to prove that the person who cleared the Thirty-Sixth Floor was one's own disciple. This was the border, and the Demon Race had already massed its troops at the frontier. They could invade at any moment.
Under such circumstances, there was no need to gamble. Taking a step back, even if someone did clear the Thirty-Sixth Floor, they would not admit it.
Inside the Town Immortal Pagoda, Thirty-Fourth Floor.
Wang Qingqing's face was