Chapter 145 Digging Your Own Grave

Zhao Tiezhu looked confused and was moved in vain.

He knew that Zhang Ye's offer of 10,000 immortal stones was out of revenge, so he sighed and said, "Zhang Ye, I apologize for my previous behavior, but I want to tell you that the chosen soldier has a heavy responsibility!"

"Although you are only in the Golden Core realm now, I believe that one day you will become a great tribulation master, and by then you will realize the essence of this world - a cage."

"What is the purpose of our monks' practice? No matter what kind of practice it is, what is the immediate purpose, the ultimate goal is to live forever. Therefore, the monks practice crazily, just to survive the catastrophe and ascend to become a real immortal. Live as long as heaven and earth!”

"However, when the monks reach the realm of transcending tribulation, they will find that even if you are lucky enough to survive a catastrophe, the legendary door of guidance has not yet arrived! That's right, monks like us, no matter how we practice, cannot ascend. Every time The thunder catastrophe that occurs once in five hundred years is like a reminder of death. In the end, we cannot survive it and are killed by the law of heaven. This is the only fate of our monks!"

"So, in order to break this prison, the ancestors of Tiangong designed the ascension platform and wanted to open up a way to the sky for the human race. Unexpectedly, he suffered divine punishment and failed to fight against this world."

Speaking of this, Zhao Tiezhu had tears in his eyes: "Zhang Ye, the Heavenly Chosen Soldier is the only person predicted by the ancestors of Tiangong to successfully build the ascension platform. Your mission is important, and this is your unshirkable responsibility!"

After hearing these words, Zhang Ye was silent for a long time, and finally he said: "I believe what you are saying now is true, and I forgive you for fooling me before."

Zhao Tiezhu looked happy, thinking that Zhang Ye had promised to complete the mission of the ascension platform.

Zhang Ye continued: "But, I will not build an ascension platform."

Zhao Tiezhu was puzzled and asked: "Why don't you go? You are saving the world!"

"Why should I save the world?" First of all, Zhang Ye felt that the world was not good to him, so why should I save the world? Secondly, even if the ascension platform is built, it will only save those ancestors who have overcome the tribulation. There are less than a hundred ancestors who have overcome the tribulation in the entire cultivation world, and they cannot represent the world. Finally, and most importantly, such awesome people as the ancestors of Tiangong were condemned to death for building the ascension platform. Zhang Ye felt that his life was not that hard, so why did he take such a desperate risk?

Zhang Ye's sentence "Why should I save the world" left Zhao Tiezhu speechless. From Zhang Ye's perspective, there is no such thing as greed for life or lack of responsibility. Everyone has their own ambitions, so that makes sense. On the contrary, Zhao Tiezhu imposed the mission of the Tiangong clan on Zhang Ye, which was somewhat difficult for others. Just like the Tiangong people, they have lived for the Ascension Platform since they were born. Is this what they really want?

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes dimmed: "That's all, everyone has his own ambitions, but I was rude." He stood up and left, "Gangzhu, you can have dinner with Zhang Ye."

After such a fuss, Zhang Ye lost the mood to eat and stood up to leave: "I hope you can find a more suitable leader than me."

The previous leader of the Lingtai Sect, Wu Yazi, was not the Heavenly Chosen Warmaster. Zhang Ye felt that there were many Heavenly Chosen Warlords.

"For countless years, the Divine Weapon Formation has indeed found many Heavenly Selected Soldier Masters for us, but none of them can pass the will test of the Heavenly Gong Ancestors." Zhao Gangjiang sent Zhang Ye out and sighed. Although it was a pity, he just Think of Zhang Ye as the kind of chosen military leader who failed the test of his ancestors' will.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, please don't spread the secret of the Ascension Platform to others. The ancestors of Tiangong also predicted that some people will do whatever it takes if they stay in the cage for a long time."

Zhang Ye seemed to understand, but still promised to keep the Ascension Platform secret.

After returning home, Zhang Ye couldn't sleep at night. He, a little golden elixir monk, suddenly realized the nature of the world, and his mind must have been affected. Just like those scholars who live in school, they suddenly realize the dangers of the world, and it must be difficult to accept it.

"System, who created you? What is the purpose of choosing me to be your host?" The last words Zhao Gangjin said to Zhang Ye made Zhang Ye feel that the whole world could not believe it.

"The current host has insufficient permissions and the system cannot answer." The system said coldly.

Zhang Ye asked again: "Then can I trust you?"

"The goal of this system is to train the host to become the god of forging. If it were to harm you, you wouldn't be able to get to where you are today."

Although the system's answer was a bit awkward, Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. If the forging system wanted to harm him, why bother cultivating him?

"System, are you a girl?" Zhang Ye felt much better and began to tease the system.

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Another day passed, and the Young Blacksmiths Conference entered the last competition, which was called the strongest magic weapon. I don’t know who came up with the bad names for these projects. It was really more embarrassing than the last.

Generally speaking, the young blacksmiths are allowed to take part in the selection with the piece of work they are most satisfied with, no matter when it was made, as long as it was made by their own hands.

Zhang Ye was dumbfounded when he saw the young blacksmiths taking out magic weapons that were at least low-grade royal weapons. It's not that he was intimidated by the magic weapons that everyone brought out, but he thought that magic weapons must be made on the spot to count.

Yunxiu looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Ye, thinking that he had stage fright, and felt proud. In fact, if you think about it, you will know that Zhang Ye has created the highest quality spiritual weapon, which is equivalent to a low-grade royal weapon, but that is not enough.

If you want to win in the final round of competition, only top-grade king weapons can do the job!

Yunxiu scanned everyone's works. Zhao Gangjiang's magic weapon was of the highest level and a top-grade royal weapon. He was worthy of being the most promising blacksmith of the Tiangong clan!

However, this is still a lot worse than myself! Yunxiu took out a magic weapon from the Qiankun bag, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. People in the venue kept exclaiming: "A flying sword that is a low-grade immortal weapon?"

"Can Yunxiu forge a low-grade immortal weapon? How is this possible!"

"There is nothing impossible. My young master has mastered the true legacy of Tianbing Pavilion. He knows his shame and then becomes brave. This magical weapon was created in the past two days." The disciples of Tianbing Pavilion at the venue were very proud and felt that they had avenged their previous shame.

The presidents were also shocked by the low-grade immortal weapon that Yunxiu brought out. Although they were also able to forge low-grade immortal weapons, that was because they had devoted countless years of research on magic weapons. Yunxiu, with less than thirty years of experience, could To be able to achieve this kind of achievement at such a young age is already infinitely close to the level of the older generation of blacksmiths.

The president of the Northern Territory thought that Yunxiu had a history of cheating, so he immediately checked it. By checking the forging technique, it was easy to tell whether it was made by him.

Unexpectedly, after such a check, it was found that it was really forged by Yunxiu himself. This also dispelled the doubts of other viewers and cheered for Yunxiu.

"In all five projects, I am number one in the Eastern Region!"

"Yunxiu finally did something decent!"

"Actually, Yunxiu himself is very good, but he has always been suppressed by Zhang Ye's light. This time, he finally proved himself!"

Listening to everyone's praise, Yunxiu was not as happy as before. He had experienced ups and downs and had a deeper understanding of the city. Moreover, this honor does not actually belong to him. The low-grade fairy sword was made by the master of Tianbing Pavilion imitating Yunxiu's techniques. Tianbing Pavilion's imitation techniques have always been very good. Just like Yunxiu's imitation of Zhang Ye's works, even Zhang Ye himself It's hard to see.

Therefore, it is understandable that the presidents of several conferences cannot tell the authenticity from the imitation by the master of Tianbing Pavilion.

Yunxiu looked at Zhang Ye and said with a humble attitude: "Actually, my low-grade fairy sword is nothing. Zhang Ye's magic weapon is even more powerful."

Yunxiu is such an arrogant person, but he can also be humble sometimes. The monks took him seriously and were surprised.

"Oh my god, is Zhang Ye going to come up with a middle-grade immortal weapon?"

"Master Zhang is the man who wants to be the leader of Wujia!"

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Zhang Ye didn't understand why Yunxiu praised him, but after hearing the audience's discussion, he understood that Yunxiu used retreat to advance, and praised openly and secretly. If Zhang Ye couldn't come up with a magic weapon that was more powerful than Yunxiu, he would Will be praised and killed.

Zhang Ye looked at Yunxiu's low-grade fairy sword. If it had been before, he would have definitely lost, but the last draw gave Zhang Ye the confidence to fight Yunxiu.

"Zhang Ye, what is your strongest magic weapon?" Sima Chenfeng, like other viewers, was full of confidence in Zhang Ye, who could potentially become the leader of the top five.

Zhang Ye didn't answer, and immediately took out the furnace anvil and other forging tools.

"Zhang Ye, is this your most powerful magic weapon?" President Sima looked confused. What does it mean?

"No, I will build one right now." Zhang Ye said sincerely.

Zhang Ye didn't understand the rules of the competition, so he could only build it on the spot. However, other monks felt that Zhang Ye was sharpening his weapons before the battle, especially the foreign audience, who laughed loudly: "The leader of the top five? I think it will work!"

"I'm really looking forward to witnessing the birth of immortal or sacred weapons with my own eyes!"

The audience in the Eastern Region knew that what they were saying was ironic, and everyone turned red in the face. The Eastern Region monks trusted Zhang Ye so much, but Zhang Ye made such a big joke. This was too irritating.

Yunxiu didn't say anything sarcastic, but his eyes were filled with ecstasy. Zhang Ye was simply digging his own grave by doing this.