Zhang Tie paced back and forth, his brows tightly furrowed and his thoughts tangled. He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons, wavering between the Teleportation Disk and the Illusion Boots, unable to decide.
When facing an opponent of the same level, even without the Illusion Boots, he should have no trouble preserving his life even if he was somewhat weaker. However, against a Core Formation True Person, even with the Illusion Boots, he would likely have little chance of victory. As for the Nascent Soul realm? There was absolutely no possibility of winning.
With that in mind, the Teleportation Disk was truly the necessary choice. At the very least, it could offer him a slim chance of survival against Core Formation or even Nascent Soul experts, something the Illusion Boots could not achieve. Having thought this through, Zhang Tie finally made up his mind. He chose the Teleportation Disk.
Zhang Tie stepped toward the box containing the Teleportation Disk and reached out to grab it. The instant he got hold of it, he spun around and dashed toward the Illusion Boots. Unfortunately, ideals were beautiful, but reality was cruel. The moment he took the Teleportation Disk, Zhang Tie vanished.
When he reappeared, Zhang Tie found himself atop an enormous mountain.
Yet this mountain was quite peculiar. It was as though someone had used a heaven-piercing sword strike to slice off its peak, turning the mountaintop into a circular plaza dozens of zhang wide.
At the center of the plaza stood a massive black sword embedded in the ground. Carved into its hilt was the very Stone Statue that had stood at the center of the teleportation array in the secret realm. More than half of the blade was buried underground.
Zhang Tie put away the box containing the Teleportation Disk,