Chapter 1173: Chapter 1159: A Deal with the Immortal
A black palace rises from the sea, embedded deep under the ocean floor, resembling an ancient beast that has always existed.
Baiyu paused in front of the palace, not entering immediately.
He examined the palace closely and noted a style of architecture that exhibited an extreme degree of symmetry, something only a severely obsessive person would create.
This symmetry extended beyond the exterior of the building.
Even the plants on both sides were arranged in a symmetrical fashion.
In the middle stood a pair of grand doors.
Baiyu approached the doors, feeling an intense chill emanating from behind them, which even the thick marble walls couldn’t contain.
He stepped closer to the entrance.
With a gentle push, the doors suddenly swung open by themselves.
The sound of the doors opening echoed through the depths, yet not a single drop of seawater entered the tomb.
Beyond the doors.
Lay a dark and deep corridor.
The floor of the corridor was paved with neat stones, matching the material of the walls, where lamps hung, lighting up with bright flames as the stone doors opened.
Baiyu frowned slightly as he stepped inside the corridor.
The sturdy, solid floor produced a crunching sound underfoot.
He walked forward slowly, through the corridor about seventy meters long, reaching its end where another stone door forged of black marble stood.
He placed a hand against it.
Rumble.
The stone door opened slowly, spreading dust throughout the air, carrying a stale, rotten scent.
Swish.
As Baiyu swung open the stone door, the surrounding lights illuminated, revealing the full view of the grand hall to him.
It was a massive palace.
Its walls and floors constructed with black boulders, all carved with strange statues, and in the center stood an enormous throne.
Above the throne.
Sat a giant-like figure, with six arms and a body too large to resemble a human. The heartbeat within its chest echoed like rhythmic drumming in the dark space.
Despite the distance.
Baiyu could feel the immense Blood Qi flowing within the creature’s body.
Resembling rivers, endless and unceasing.
"Cough... cough cough..."
At this moment.
The giant figure atop the throne coughed twice, its deep, hollow eyes slowly opening, releasing an invisible pressure.
Baiyu felt as if he was moving through a swamp.
"You wish to meet me, yes?"
A thunderous voice emanated from the giant figure, akin to countless hearts beating simultaneously.
Baiyu unleashed his Power of Destruction.
Momentarily easing the unbearable pressure, he then looked at the colossal figure.
The figure was indeed a person.
But their limbs and neck were bound by heavy and thick chains, layer upon layer of shackles, as if fearing they might escape.
This vast tomb.
Seemed less like a resting place and more like a prison.
This was the Bain Clan’s Immortal.
"Geman."
Baiyu introduced himself using a false name.
It was uncertain if the giant figure could see through the disguise of his Thousand Illusion Mask.
The massive Immortal said little, standing slowly as the chains binding him rattled: "You want the Bain Clan’s seat in the Forgotten Association?"
"Yes, but I thought we should get acquainted first, before discussing matters?"
"You’re quite confident, not afraid even when facing an Immortal?"
"No one fears a sick tiger."
Baiyu remained fearless.
However, after his words, the giant shadow on the throne fell silent, an invisible pressure enveloped the surroundings, causing cracks to appear on the floor.
Baiyu frowned when Black Moon Divine Power formed a shield around him, deflecting all forces.
After a moment.
The shadow spoke: "Youngster, you’re recklessly arrogant. Such rudeness typically leads to a short lifespan."
Baiyu did not respond.
He was calculating in his mind, the Immortal’s state was even weaker than he imagined, though he couldn’t be certain, these long-lived monsters were terrifying entities, who knows if this was feigned.
"The power of Black Moon, it seems you have touched upon the Dream Realm."
The Immortal casually remarked: "The Bain Clan has fallen somewhat. We once created the Forgotten Association with a grand vision.
Yet.
Ultimately, we did not succeed.
The current Forgotten Association has strayed from its original purpose, the Immortals within it rarely appear in reality for various reasons.
However.
This is ultimately an organization of our successors, what can you, an outsider, offer in exchange for breaking this rule?"
Evidently.
The Immortals of the Forgotten Association had once established clear rules against allowing outsiders to join.
Breaking rules.
Certainly comes with a price.
Baiyu knew the Bain Clan could endure this cost, though they wouldn’t be pleased, for there’s no such thing as free fortune falling from the sky.
He had planned an offer the Bain Clan couldn’t resist before coming.
At this moment.
Seeing the Immortal’s weakened yet vibrant body, Baiyu’s mouth curled into a subtle smile, "My offer is a chance for you to restore to your peak state."
The Immortal remained silent, not responding, his eyes sharp as blades sweeping over Baiyu.
"I chose to discuss with you here because I deemed you a potential ally. If you continue to waste time, then today you need not leave."
The Immortal, like a hungry wolf in the darkness, bared his fangs.
Baiyu replied with a smile: "It seems you completely doubt my ability to restore you to peak condition. Indeed, an Immortal fears capture by the Dream Realm, detection by Old Port, suppressing the curse within, weakening over countless years.
Even the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Elixir struggles to restore you.
However.
My restoration won’t bring you entirely back to peak condition, but grants you one chance to act in peak form.
The duration of this peak state.
Depends on the intensity of your attack, the fierceness of battle, but regardless, it’ll last no less than ten seconds!"
In this moment.
The Immortal fell silent.
Baiyu could not discern the giant’s thoughts, but holding Nancy as a trump card, he’s certain no one would turn away the prospect of extended life.
Even if the Bain Clan’s Immortal refused.
He could seek others to collaborate, enhancing his survival rate against the Count Misar incident.
With goods in hand.
One need not fear lacking buyers.
"Terra."
As Baiyu walked through the deep dark corridor, Terra Bain’s voice suddenly echoed from behind him: "My name is Terra Bain, the deal is made.
Henceforth, you are an ally of the Bain Clan, and the Bain Clan can recommend you into the Forgotten Association.
However.
Retaining the Bain Clan’s seat depends entirely on your abilities.
If you possess sufficient power, you could ascend to higher positions, even enter the primary seats of the Forgotten Association, as we once occupied a share there."
