According to what Zhang Tie had heard aboard the flying boat over the past few days, the Divine Emperors above Primordial Spirit Generals were undoubtedly the most powerful beings in this world.
Boss Shi and the others aboard the flying boat could not say exactly how powerful Divine Emperors were, but one thing was certain: the Divine Emperor realm was indeed a level of cultivation above the Saint rank—or rather, above Primordial Spirit Generals.
That alone was enough to send Zhang Tie's mind reeling, leaving him in a state of excitement for days on end.
In the world he had come from, the road of cultivation ended at the Saint rank. Saints were already the absolute pinnacle. Yet Zhang Tie had never expected that, in this strange Sky-Piercing Realm, he would learn of cultivators beyond the Saint rank and see the path of cultivation beyond it. It stirred Zhang Tie anew. Like a wild wolf that had found its prey, he now regarded becoming a Divine Emperor as his goal.
If he wanted to return to Great Xia and see once more those he loved and cared for, rather than die of old age in this world like an exiled, imprisoned convict, carrying endless regret and resentment, then advancing to become a Divine Emperor and making himself as powerful as possible was Zhang Tie's only choice.
Becoming a Divine Emperor might not guarantee that he could return, but without a doubt, when facing the same predicaments and problems, the stronger he became, the more likely he would be to overcome and shatter them.
If his current strength gave him a one-percent chance of returning to Great Xia, then even if becoming a Divine Emperor could raise that chance to only two percent, Zhang Tie would be willing to pay any