"So you mean we still have a chance to go to the Upper Realm?" Old Yellow Tooth's eyes lit up at once, and he said in delight. At his age and realm, with the spiritual energy in this world so scarce and heavenly treasures so few, advancing even a single step in cultivation was harder than climbing to the heavens. If he wanted to achieve anything more, going to the Upper Realm was his only option.
"There's definitely a chance, but this old man will need time to find that gap. Damn it, if luck is on our side, I can find it within a year. If not, it could take ten years!" Bald Bird said solemnly.
"That's fine. This old man still has several hundred years left to live. I can wait!" Old Yellow Tooth breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Fan was slightly speechless. Ten years was neither long nor short to him, but when he considered that not a single person from the Upper Realm had descended in hundreds of years, he understood just how formidable the seal on this world was.
But now that they had heard Bald Bird could resolve the matter, neither of them worried any longer.
Many of their concerns had been settled today. Chen Fan was left with only two great enemies: the Immortal Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. As for those in the west, once he formed his Golden Core a year and a half from now, if they dared come calling, Chen Fan would not show mercy.
Afterward, the two men and one bird fell silent, admiring the moonlight as they drank the delicious century-old brew.
"What a shame there's nothing to go with the wine. It'd be perfect if we had some meat!" Old Yellow Tooth said,