The Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor was full of lies. Jiang Man hardly needed to think to know that.
So many people had passed over the mirror and cauldron, leaving them to rot in the Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor's hands.
There had to be a reason.
The likeliest possibility was that whoever took them out would have to bear some unknown price.
Or perhaps anyone who kept them for a long time would eventually have to repay a debt far beyond imagination.
They were fine treasures, without a doubt, but the existence of side effects was probably just as indisputable.
Right now, he was worried those side effects would come too quickly.
Then he would have no time to hand them over to the sect.
His original intention had been to sell them to the sect. As long as the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, he imagined the sect would not refuse a good treasure.
If the sect could not withstand it, there was still the Immortal Gate. How powerful was the Immortal Gate now?
There should be no treasure they could not keep under control.
Even sending them the Immeasurable Kalpa Stone would, at most, cause some trouble.
Ting Fengyin could seal it whenever he said he would.
These two treasures went without saying.
But he himself might not be able to withstand them.
So he had to figure out his own condition.
Soon, the Heavenly Mirror of a Hundred Books began flipping through its pages.
It stopped on the final page.
[A robust ant about to suffer the backlash of era extinction]
Sure enough, it had come.
Jiang Man felt he was done for.
Backlash brought on by era extinction.
He did not know whether Ting Fengyin could withstand it, but he certainly could not.
It could shatter