Ye Fan refused. This was the key to unlocking the shackles of the Sacred Body, but he had already forged his own path and could advance by leaps and bounds. There was no need to squander such a painstakingly refined treasure.
Guide Envoy Zhao Gongyi nodded. "This is a key for the Sacred Body. Its significance to him is no longer that great. It should be left to someone who needs it more."
"But he is still so young. There may not be enough time." Yang Yunteng glanced at his grandson.
"Not necessarily. They all say the Immortal Path is about to open, yet there has still been no movement. It is only that the saints have descended upon the Big Dipper," Ye Fan said.
Over the years, he had learned from the various Guide Envoys and questioned other trial-takers, always keeping watch on developments concerning the Immortal Path!
"During the archaic era, everyone said the Immortal Path would appear. Yet the ancient emperors rushed there one after another, only to miss it all. The Immortal Path never appeared." Recalling the past, Ye Fan had his own judgment. "Who knows whether this age will miss it as well? Perhaps it will be difficult for it to appear."
The ancient Great Emperors, the strongest people in the world—why had they all gone to the Big Dipper? Because they had deduced certain things. Unfortunately, time had ultimately been wasted.
The Guide Envoy said, "Perhaps that day truly will not arrive until Yang Xi's generation has grown up. Who can say what the future holds? Still, if there are two generations of Sacred Bodies, along with that freak, what could possibly stand against them?"
In the end, Ye Fan did not accept the stone casket. He returned it to Yang Yunteng and told