Divine Silkworm Bestows Treasure

"You still have the nerve to ask this king? You actually took this king into a mystic realm with a heavenly tribulation! Heavenly tribulation is the closest thing to the Heavenly Dao. Luckily, this king was clever enough to erase my aura and seal myself beneath the Soul-Gathering Tower to sleep. Otherwise, if the Heavenly Dao had discovered me, even you, little brat, would have been blasted to death by the heavenly tribulation." Ink Dragon was still somewhat indignant when he spoke of the matter.

Only then did Chen Fan suddenly realize that he had nearly forgotten—the Fat Daoist and Ink Dragon were both figures who had survived from ancient times to the present. Once the Heavenly Dao detected them, it would certainly erase them as well.

After all, their true strength had once reached the immortal realm. And now, the Heavenly Dao had no need for immortals.

"Thinking of it still makes this king furious. Back then, I possessed boundless power, yet now, just to stay alive, I must live in such a wretched, ignoble way. When this king used this method to prolong my life and survive, I truly do not know whether it was right or wrong." Ink Dragon said in a deep voice.

"Was it only because you were unwilling to die?" Chen Fan asked. He could not understand Ink Dragon. People had desires and did not wish to lose everything they currently possessed, which was why they sought immortality.

But all of Ink Dragon's clansmen were dead, and his cultivation had greatly declined. He did not even dare display his true strength beneath the heavens. What meaning was there in such immortality?

Ink Dragon gave a bitter laugh, as though mocking himself. "This king does not know either. Perhaps I merely wished to wait for