Day after day passed, and Shi Feiyang's three-thousand-year final kalpa drew ever closer.
He had already made all the necessary preparations. According to his calculations, although this ordeal would be perilous and involve several twists and turns, he would ultimately pass through it safely, refine a Dragon Pearl of the finest quality, and cultivate a True Dragon body with the best possible innate foundation. Then he would establish his own realm and formally lay its foundations. It all looked splendid.
Yet there was no guarantee that someone was not secretly manipulating things, altering the numerology and creating illusions to make him see this outcome.
But if he used the Immortal-Skewering Pill again, his future potential would be capped. To achieve Sainthood Through the Physical Body and attain the station of a Golden Immortal, he would have to undergo another Reincarnation. The process of Reincarnation itself would be an ordeal lasting several years. By then, he would have even more enemies, making it harder still to survive. One misstep could reduce him to ashes.
If he settled for less and cultivated into the most ordinary sort of Heavenly Immortal, that was not beyond his reach. But if, like Lu Rongbo, he went to the Immortal Realm and received an immortal appointment, becoming one of the Heavenly Soldiers guarding a gate, a strongman fetching water, an immortal servant tending firewood, or a boy watching a furnace, what pleasure would there be in that?
Was I supposed to become a pet dragon in the Celestial Pool? Then what was I even fighting for? Back on Dinghu Peak, I should have taken the Heavenly Book to the Emei Sect. By now, I might already have become a pet dragon showered with every imaginable affection.
After much hesitation, Shi Feiyang finally resolved to stake his