Mu Yun looked at Zhang Yang, bitterness filling his heart.
He wanted badly to blame Zhang Yang for failing to save his father and so many of his clansmen, but how could he possibly say such words?
Zhang Yang had already saved so many people below the Immortal King Realm from Sword Valley and brought them to the God Realm. That debt of gratitude was more than enough.
Most importantly, there were the "three chances" Zhang Yang had mentioned.
Mu Yun understood those so-called three chances very well.
Reform!
Sword Valley had considered itself impregnable as solid gold, never once thinking of reform.
Because once they reformed, it would mean the "pain of carving out one's own heart."
They could no longer change!
Who would have thought that this would become the reason Sword Valley perished two thousand years later?
When he heard about a fourth chance, Mu Yun abruptly raised his head. "What chance?"
They had already missed so many chances before. How could they possibly miss another one?
The main reason was that Sword Valley's destruction had shattered everyone's illusions—they were no longer the Immortal Realm's strongest force and had to start all over again!
Zhang Yang took out various medicinal pills and displayed them before Mu Yun. "Take these pills. Can you dare to become an Immortal Emperor in three hundred years?"
Mu Yun's expression froze.
He had only just advanced into the Immortal Emperor Realm, and he was supposed to become an Immortal Emperor in three hundred years?
Was this not a joke?
Zhang Yang silently watched Mu Yun, holding the pills without saying a word.
Mu Yun gritted his teeth in secret and said decisively, "Three hundred years it is!"
He knew very clearly that agreeing to this condition meant he would have to pay