Tiger Strength Great Immortal left with a face full of worry, anxiety weighing heavily on him. Zhang Chen remained seated in the cabin, watching his desolate back in silence.
What did royal ambitions and hegemony amount to before life and death?
Tiger Strength Great Immortal, once so domineering, who had swept across most of humanity's territory, was now facing a crisis of life and death, no different from any ordinary living creature.
No matter whether one was a king, marquis, general, minister, or an exalted immortal or sacred being, before life and death, one was still nothing more than an ant.
Zhang Chen paid Tiger Strength Great Immortal no further mind and instead turned his attention to his own small world. "Your Majesty, do you have a method that can keep one's memories from perishing, allowing one to reincarnate again and again through the cycle of rebirth?"
"You wish to preserve yourself through reincarnation?" Queen Mother of the West's will rippled at his words.
"Yes." Zhang Chen nodded.
He had now sensed the trouble posed by the Calamity of the Dharma Ending Age. Though he possessed a Middle Chiliocosm, the crucial point was that it had fused with his consciousness, and he could not enter it at all.
Even if he mobilized Innate Power to nourish his body, he was like a water vat riddled with holes—the income could not cover the expenditure. His only hope now was to accumulate enough points, then raise the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to the realm of Sky-Opening Great Luo in one stroke, break through the shackles of this world, and escape alive. But he had yet to find the whereabouts of the Eight Nine Mysterious Art. How could he raise it to the realm of Sky-Opening Great Luo in one go?
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