"Then is Sister searching for the Asura Seven Treasures because you want to..."
"That's right. Even a wise man thinking a thousand thoughts is bound to overlook one. Even the stunningly brilliant Asura King could not possibly never make a mistake. Her arrangements for reincarnation were indeed ingenious to the extreme, but for me, there just happens to be a loophole to exploit. If I can gather all the Asura Seven Treasures, then the Asura King's power, comparable to a True Immortal's, will belong to me."
When Bingpo spoke to this point, a strange glint flashed through her eyes. It seemed like longing, like jealousy, and there were also a few complex, hard-to-read meanings mixed within.
Baoshe could not help pondering inwardly. She feared that the grudge between this sister of hers and the Asura King went far beyond this.
But it was still that same saying: calamity comes from the mouth. Although she was curious, she absolutely would not take the initiative to inquire.
Only, if Bingpo truly could find the Asura Seven Treasures and pocket the Asura King's power, then looking across the Three Realms, she would have no match. As her closest friend, Baoshe's own boat would rise with the tide, and her status would become utterly different. She might even borrow Bingpo's strength to go one step further, shed her mortal shell and ascend to immortality; it was not entirely impossible.
Thinking to this point, even with Baoshe Saint Ancestor's shrewdness, her heartbeat could not help quickening. As one of the nine True Devil Progenitors, her status was certainly already honored to the extreme, yet compared with a True Immortal, there was still a gap after all.
Ordinary immortal cultivators perhaps took eternal youth and immortality as their goal, but once one's strength reached their level,