For now, only his reputation had yet to spread, and the gathering of luck was limited to a small circle. But once those true powerhouses learned of him in the future, he would surely face obstruction from all sides.
The road ahead was bound to be incomparably difficult. Once he failed, both he and those who followed him would die—and die horribly.
Once one set foot upon the Path of Invincibility, there was no turning back. And for the followers of the invincible, there was only one road: certain death.
"I've decided. This life of mine already died ten thousand years ago, anyway."
Poison Venerable smiled with easy abandon.
Though this road was difficult, its rewards were equally immense. Those who followed the invincible also enjoyed the blessings of the invincible one's luck.
If they succeeded in the end, then even if he did not attain the position of a Daluo Golden Immortal, his lowest achievement would still be that of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—and an invincible Primordial Unity Golden Immortal blessed by countless strands of luck.
The rewards far outweighed the risks.
"Good."
Seeing the seriousness on Poison Venerable's face, Ye Lin burst into laughter.
The gloom in his heart was also swept away somewhat.
Poison Venerable might have been rather ordinary, but that inheritance of his was anything but ordinary.
Yet during the gap in their conversation, the outside world had already been thrown into stormy turmoil.
"What? Jian Unrivaled lost? He lost to Blood Baleful?"
"My heavens, Jian Unrivaled actually lost? Has Jian Unrivaled's undefeated myth been shattered?"
"In the end, it is only the fall of an old god and the ascension of a new god to the supreme throne."
"Blood Baleful, the number one prodigy of the Hundred Cities Alliance."
"The wind has shifted.