Simon was put in a difficult position.
He was weighing the pros and cons.
Immortality was certainly alluring to everyone, including himself. As he was nearing his end, he had become increasingly fearful of death. However, he was more worried about things escalating out of control.
“Thomas, are you really capable of slaying the Spirit Turtle?” Simon asked.
Though he had guarded this place for a century, he had never entered the Snow Cavern. As such, he knew nothing about the Spirit Turtle’s appearance or strength. The information was passed down through word-of-mouth from his predecessors in the Mount Thunder Sect from generation to generation. There were no records whatsoever.
“Of course.” Confidently, Thomas said, “What’s the point of being here if I can’t slay it?”
“Tell me about your plan.”
Thomas smiled. He walked over to the stone chairs and took a seat.
Simon sat opposite Thomas, furrowing his eyebrows.
Thomas said, “Here’s my plan. Once the Mount Thunder Conference commences, unseal the Snow Cavern and lure the Spirit Turtle out. We just have to watch on the sidelines as the others exhaust themselves trying to defeat it. Once they have defeated the Spirit Turtle, their True Energy would be severely depleted. With our strength, we can easily kill them all and take the Spirit Turtle for ourselves.
“I heard that the Spirit Turtle is full of usefulness. By consuming the blood of a Spirit Turtle, we can greatly increase our strength. Not only that, but we can also attain immortality. By then, we would eventually reach the ninth rank.
“When the time comes, the Mount Thunder Sect will be the most powerful one in the world. Meanwhile, with the Spirit Turtle’s blood in hand, I will research its attributes. Perhaps all of mankind will become immortal too. Surely you can imagine the endless possibilities that come with it?”
Hearing this, Simon asked coldly, “It is certainly an enticing offer, but what if your plan fails?”
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