No, They're All the Same!

The Time Magic Treasure—if the Immortal Clan obtained what was on Shen Lin, then the Nine Heavens Ten Earths, the entire Chaos Sea, could be said to become the Immortal Clan's possession.

With the Time Magic Treasure, there would be no bottlenecks whatsoever in the cultivation of the Immortal Clan's people.

When you really thought about it, all bottlenecks were ultimately caused by not having enough time.

Give you a billion years, and even a pig could cultivate to the Saint Realm.

Not to mention that the Immortal Clan's bloodline was itself among the Chaos Sea's finest.

As long as they had enough time, experts from the Immortal Clan would emerge in an endless stream.

At the thought of this prospect, Guan Xuzi lowered his head dejectedly at the side.

Such a massive temptation—even Lord Sword Venerable would probably compromise.

That child Shen Lin would likely become a sacrifice for the Immortal Clan's rise.

But just as this thought arose in Guan Xuzi's mind, he heard Sword Venerable let out a soft laugh.

"Dao Venerable, when did you... become so hypocritical?"

That contemptuous laugh was like pressing some kind of switch.

The entire world suddenly fell deathly silent.

"What do you mean?"

Myriad Laws Dao Venerable's voice remained calm.

Yet the surrounding power of the Dao laws began to stir, and the killing intent was obvious.

Sword Venerable was completely unafraid of the changes around him. He raised his white brows, and at some point, a long sword had appeared in his hand.

The blade was slender, less than two fingers wide, while the hilt was a plum blossom branch brimming with vitality.

"The reason you're coveting the treasure on that boy isn't for the sake of some future for the clan!"

"It's just to take your Great Dao of