Although Xiao Ying knew perfectly well that the High Priest's words were half true and half false, he did not reply immediately. The High Priest had spoken so practically that Xiao Ying wanted to agree on the spot, but his cautious nature had accustomed him to planning before acting!
Pies did not simply fall from the sky!
Xiao Ying, whose life had been far from smooth, firmly believed this. What did the High Priest want from him? What price would he have to pay to become the Black Tower Tribe's High Priest?!
Priests held an exceptionally exalted position throughout the Barbarian Tribe. If Xiao Ying became the Black Tower Tribe's High Priest, even with his meager cultivation and strength, he would still receive respect and courtesy from the vast majority of barbarians wherever he went. This had nothing to do with personal feelings; it was the foundation of the barbarians' existence and the source of their unity. Even hostile barbarian tribes respected one another's priests, however deep their hatred ran.
With his Merit Golden Wheel and the perception of the Eye of the Three Realms, Xiao Ying could clearly see that the High Priest's allotted lifespan was nearing its end. The High Priest had not said so outright, perhaps because he wanted to present this as a favor, or... because he wanted to possess Xiao Ying's body?!
Possession!
It was a word found only in legends in the Pangu World, but Xiao Ying believed it was commonplace in the Immortal Realm. After breaking through to the Loose Immortal Realm, one could condense a Primordial Spirit. As long as that Primordial Spirit remained intact, one could survive even after the body died. That was what made immortals and gods so powerful!
Had Xiao Ying not been deliberately suppressing himself, he could