No one spoke.

The impact of Bladevessel’s words were too strong. No one had expected that the legendary Gold-Banded Staff was here, in the seabed graveyard that possibly led to Bermuda! Furthermore, neither Xu Yangyi nor Zhao Ziqi had foreseen… that Bladevessel was the stone statue carved by the legendary third disciple of Tang Sanzang, Sha Wujing, tossed here to serve as watchman.

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath and studied Bladevessel. He said after ages, “Then I’ll take the liberty to ask a question.”

Bladevessel chuckled coldly, “Although you know my identity, you still don’t call yourself ‘junior’?”

“And why should I?” Xu Yangyi scoffed, “A stubborn stone come into essence, Senior Sha’s little speck of an incarnation. Fellow Daoist calls himself ‘This Throne’, so you’re probably Foundation Establishment as well. Why do I have to call you ‘senior’?”

The duo icily stared each other down. Eventually, Bladevessel laughed instead, “You have the gall… I will give you an opportunity to ask a question.”

Xu Yangyi looked straight into the other’s eyes and enunciated each of his words, clearly and concisely, “In this world, are there immortals?”

This question had indeed vexed him for too long!

If there were no immortals, then a cultivator suffered bitterly for a lifetime to finally end up as a handful of yellow earth a century later. It was inferior to a hundred years of splendor in exchange. Past magnificence was far more worthy of remembrance than eternal silence.

Cultivation was free and unshackled. If it...