Calculation, the Greatest Blow of His Life

You seemed highly suspicious.

Yue Yang put on the air of a detective from Holmes City and raised his doubts. "You said you've been imprisoned here for twenty thousand years. Setting aside whether that's true, how did someone locked up here for so long come to know the Prison Emperor and Empress Fei Wenli?"

The old man answered calmly, "The Prison Emperor and Fei Wenli both came in here for trials. How could I not know them? The last two or three thousand years have been rather boring, but this place used to be quite lively! What did you say? Clear the trial? No, not a single person has completely cleared it! Not even the Prison Emperor and Fei Wenli, whom you admire, fully cleared it. That's right, neither of them passed all ten stages. The Prison Emperor seemed to have reached the eighth stage. That little girl Fei Wenli did better—she passed the ninth stage and reached the tenth, but because certain conditions did not match, she ultimately withdrew. Little monster, let me tell you a secret. This trial is far harder than the Life-and-Death Gate on the tenth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower. Under the same conditions, what you need is not merely strength, but courage as well!"

Yue Yang snorted and retorted, "The vast Greater Realm has experts as numerous as the hairs on an ox. Is there really not one person with both strength and courage?"

The old man laughed heartily. "You brat still don't believe it, but that is simply how the world is! Sometimes those with strength may not have courage; those with courage may not have strength; and those who possess both may not have luck. That, in fact, is an important condition!"

Luck?

Yue Yang fell silent.

If the old man had