"No matter who you are, this old man will remember this favor."
"Unfortunately, there's no time left. I can't repay it a hundredfold!"
Marquis Shen sighed inwardly. The Nine Cauldrons would not pause; from that very moment, he had determined that it was an imitation.
The true Nine Cauldrons had always treated Heavenly Sect members attempting to ascend to sainthood the same way: crushing them.
Those who could not withstand the crushing force had their souls scattered. Those who endured it and raised the Nine Cauldrons high could become Martial Saints.
There had never been any talk of gently setting them down.
Thus, after catching his breath, Marquis Shen immediately concluded that this great cauldron was fake.
Yet even if it was fake, under that crushing pressure just now, at the instant he had teetered on the brink of death, the bottleneck that had trapped Marquis Shen for years had finally been pierced through. He had at last glimpsed the threshold of the Martial Saint realm.
That enlightenment in realm even surpassed the elevation Yin Dao had achieved by burning his life. The aura of the Saint realm born within him flowed on without end like water from a spring.
What was acting?
It was giving one's whole heart to the stage, throwing oneself into the role until truth and falsehood could no longer be told apart, never removing one's makeup until the curtain fell.
With the mysterious person's aid, Marquis Shen's plan to act as a Saint had become ever more convincing. Unless a Martial Saint exposed him, no one could spot the flaw.
"What a pity. Time waits for no one. If not for the Heavenly Maiden, if I had been allowed to cultivate and break through at leisure, I would certainly have become the Martial Saint of