If the information Luo Zheng had provided could truly allow the exiles to leave this prison, then the dispute with the Xuanyuan Clan had already become insignificant.
The bone towers were shelters, but who would willingly stay in this damned place?
The old man wanted Luo Zheng to grow stronger, naturally hoping that one day Luo Zheng could lead them in killing their way back into the Mother World.
"If there's such an opportunity, what does a little suffering matter?" Luo Zheng replied forcefully.
The old man smiled faintly. "Very good." He then said to Diao Yuan, "First, let Luo Zheng absorb the Desolate Bone. Once the Physical Body Tribulation descends, give him ten portions of our clan's Bloodline Desolate Bone."
"Ten portions of Bloodline Desolate Bone?" Diao Yuan was slightly startled. "Can he withstand it?"
The ten portions of Bloodline Desolate Bone mentioned here did not mean ten pieces.
Bloodline Desolate Bone was extremely precious in the outside world, and it was equally precious among the Chi You Clan. However, the clan distributed Bloodline Desolate Bone according to bloodline purity, so the supply was still sufficient.
But even a genius with a fifth-grade bloodline like Cheng Wei could only use two portions.
Even Zi Yu was said to have used only three portions when undergoing the Physical Body Tribulation back then. Otherwise, the Physical Body Tribulation would have erupted with such terrifying power that he could not have endured it.
The old man looked at Luo Zheng with a smile. "His physical body is different from yours and mine. Although I don't know how he trained this body of his, it is indeed far stronger than an ordinary person's. Ten portions—he can withstand them."
"Fine!"
Diao Yuan agreed readily.
This old man was the guardian of the Chi You