The sky was overcast, without a breath of wind.
Gu Yue Fang Zheng stood atop a mountain peak, tilting his head up at the sky. Thinking of the imminent tribulation of ascending to immortality, a trace of nervousness rose within him.
Sensing this emotion, Fang Zheng laughed at himself and thought, What am I nervous about? The ones who should truly be nervous ought to be the people from Immortal Crane Sect—or rather, the Heavenly Court lurking behind them.
"On the surface, only a Rank 6 Gu Immortal is protecting me during this tribulation. But in secret, there should be many eyes watching. With those people here, what do I have to worry about?"
Although Fang Zheng did not know why these people from Central Continent wanted to support him, he had already confirmed that he possessed value worth using.
A long time ago, he would never have accepted being used. Back on Qing Mao Mountain, Fang Yuan had once subtly pointed out that Uncle and Aunt had used him as a tool to fight over the inheritance. That had enraged Fang Zheng at the time.
But now, Fang Zheng no longer felt angry.
Over the past dozen or so years, Fang Zheng had experienced the unending flames of war across the three continents of Lang Ya Blessed Land. In order to cultivate Hairy Folk Gu Immortals with outstanding battle strength, Black Hair Earth Spirit had spared no expense in making the hairy folk of the three continents fight among themselves. Fang Zheng had been swept into it as well.
Amid wars where schemes rose one after another and bloody slaughter never ceased, Fang Zheng had used others, and others had used him.
He gradually came to understand: sometimes, becoming another person's tool and being used by them was not