The old man's first reaction to Ye Lin's words was disbelief.
Ascend to immortality? They had studied those two words for tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of years without finding the slightest clue. Yet this fellow beside him had lived less than two hundred years and had already found a way?
What kind of bullshit was he spouting?
With a single sentence, he was dismissing the efforts of tens of millions of years. Who would believe that?
They had lived for so long and seen far too many prodigies—some even more dazzling than Ye Lin.
But what became of them in the end? Didn't they all die?
Some, in order to preserve their lives, had chosen to fall into slumber, all so they would not waste their remaining lifespan.
So how was he supposed to believe Ye Lin?
"Don't believe me? Then how about making a bet with me?"
Ye Lin looked at the old man with a smile and spoke.
The old man, too, became interested.
"Old me has hated gamblers all his life. So if your terms cannot move me, don't blame old me for refusing."
"Follow my method for now. In the end, if I can make all of you immortal, then your transcendent factions must all obey me for five years."
"If I go back on my word, and you do not become immortal—or cannot become immortal—then I, Ye Lin, will pay out of my own pocket and teach you my method of ascending to immortality. How about it?"
After Ye Lin finished, the old man looked at him in astonishment.
"Though this old man is advanced in years, that does not mean his mind has stopped working. First, this old man would be wagering Central Continent's future on your illusory method of ascending