The seat of Eternal Life had, in truth, been predestined from the start.
Those Immortal Kings had plotted across Eternal Ages, placing piece after piece on the board. Little did they know they had never stood a chance, nor could they ever truly enter that realm.
Even if they had managed to seize Fang Han and refine him, what then?
They still could not have succeeded!
As beings of the Eternal Life World, they had possessed an upper limit from the beginning. They could never cultivate their way into the realm of Eternal Life.
They were not even as powerful as the Gate of Eternal Life, yet they wanted to command it?
That was nothing but a wild fantasy.
Even if they controlled the Artifact Spirit, they were not the Artifact Spirit themselves. More importantly, the Artifact Spirit—even reincarnated—could never be refined by them.
They could imprison him, but they could never refine the Artifact Spirit and become his masters.
If they wanted to command the Gate of Eternal Life, their only path was to cultivate into the realm of Eternal Life themselves while the Artifact Spirit was reincarnated and the gate had no master.
Then they might have had a sliver of a chance.
But that had been impossible from the start.
Those Immortal Kings had been wasting their efforts all along.
Fang Han was the one destined for it.
But did that mean no one besides Fang Han had any hope?
Not necessarily. Hua Tiandu, the Tumor, might have had a chance.
The Tumor possessed a will of his own. If he had truly managed to kill the Artifact Spirit, corrode the Gate of Eternal Life, and drag it into corruption,
then he, as the Tumor, might have become an existence like Fang Han.
The Dharma-Ending Heavenly Demon's