Fang Chen asked the Dragon Turtle, "Senior Dragon Turtle, how long have you been at the Eight-Tribulation Saint realm?"
The Dragon Turtle had not expected Fang Chen to ask about his cultivation, but he did not hide it. "I've been at the Eight-Tribulation Saint realm for five thousand years. I don't think I'll ever break through again!"
Speaking of his cultivation left the Dragon Turtle disheartened. With the Great Calamity approaching, he wanted to make a breakthrough before it arrived.
As an Eight-Tribulation Saint, he could already contend with many Nine-Tribulation Saints. If his cultivation rose another level, his strength would surely soar, making him one of the foremost Nine-Tribulation Saints.
Unfortunately, he had been stuck at the Eight-Tribulation Saint realm for five thousand years. His lifespan was nearly exhausted. If he could not break through, he had at most two hundred years left to live.
"Five thousand years?"
Fang Chen had not expected the Dragon Turtle to have been stuck at the Eight-Tribulation Saint realm for so long. It caught him by surprise.
He had asked about the Dragon Turtle's cultivation because he wanted to help him and see whether he could enable him to break through.
Fang Chen knew the Dragon Race was more trustworthy than many members of the Human Race. More importantly, given the Glazed Sword Sect's particular location, a stronger South Sea Dragon Clan would benefit the sect.
If disaster ever struck the Glazed Sword Sect, its members could retreat to the South Sea.
The Dragon Turtle nodded slightly. "Yes."
Perhaps because he had spent too long at this realm, the Dragon Turtle had long since lost the ambition he once had to challenge his ninth Saint Tribulation.
Fang Chen looked at him and said, "Senior Dragon Turtle, I have a method that might help