If he could fuse with it, he might even have the potential to reach level nine in the future, standing on par with the master of Maknum.
Even if he only reached the eighth level, what difference would it make if other powers in the immortal realm produced more low-level transcendents?
He could sweep them away single-handedly.
"A crippled body in exchange for resources to cultivate 100,000 peaks," the young man mused for a moment. "The price is indeed a bit steep."
"In the Nine Illusion Sea, those people wouldn't even glance at resources meant to nurture peak-level beings," Braydon Neal said, fully aware of the value of a level nine body.
Once this thing was out of the universe, its true worth would be revealed.
By then, groups of level seven transcendents would be fighting over it.
It wouldn't be surprising if a level eight being came to compete.
