"Ye Yulin! Are you really going to turn against me?! We've been friends for nearly a hundred years! Are you really going to do this?!"
"A hundred years of friendship? So what? Is my friendship with you more important than the fame I'd gain from training a Level 10 Soul Engineer? Let's be honest—you just don't dare fight me, do you? Your Red Dust Protection can't withstand my Sun Moon Divine Needle."
"Jing Hongchen, just be a good stepping stone on my road to being immortalized in history! Besides, Jiang Yue is already your grandson-in-law. Even if you do nothing from now on, your name will still go down in history. What, just because your own place in history is assured, you don't care about anyone else? Can't you give an old friend a chance?!"
Ye Yulin was utterly dismissive of Jing Hongchen's words. The few of them who were Ninth-Level Soul Engineers naturally knew one another, and they were all from roughly the same generation. The depth of their friendship was something outsiders could hardly imagine.
Being immortalized in history was incredibly tempting to ordinary Soul Masters and Soul Engineers alike. Who wouldn't want to be like the legendary Sea God Tang San, still remembered even after ten thousand years?
Oh, the Sun Moon Empire didn't worship Sea God Tang San. Well, never mind, then. They could just treat him as a myth. But at least myths were remembered; most people had no chance of leaving even the slightest mark on history.
Compared with ordinary Soul Masters, Soul Engineers in the Sun Moon Empire had an easier time leaving their names in history. After all, even if a Soul Engineer suddenly dropped dead for some unknown reason, the Soul Tools he had created would still exist.
They probably wouldn't