No matter how bizarre, eerie, or mysterious something was, people could always adapt to it in the end.
Turtle, Li Cang, and Xiao Bieli had simply resigned themselves to it.
But for Zhang Yang, the real trouble had only just begun.
"My ultimate goal is to deal with the Plague Serpent, then correct the deviation in the Fate Tide. But that's exactly where the problem lies—I don't even know what the Plague Serpent is, or how powerful it is. What if it's an Ancient God-level existence? Wouldn't I just be looking for a place to die?"
"Although the Fate Village Building Order gave me the Anchor of Death, this ultimate weapon, all I need to do is place it in the world where the Plague Serpent resides and the job will be done. But with this frail little body of mine, I'll probably be dead before I even get close. Maybe I should just quit?"
The tempting thought of running for it kept surfacing in Zhang Yang's mind. There was nothing wrong with that. With the Fate Village Building Order and the Fate Immortal Sword, he could run wild throughout the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
But if he did that, the Heavenly Sword Gate he had built with his own hands and the core disciples he had nurtured would be left behind in the Ashen Graveyard.
So in the end, those thoughts remained nothing more than thoughts.
He could never abandon the Heavenly Sword Gate, much less the Liaozhai Age of Dharma Decline World. This wasn't because his character was especially noble.
It was because these were the fixed assets of the Fate Village Building Order.
Zhang Yang understood this point thoroughly. As the saying went, those with property had resolve. If he lost these fixed assets, then what would