The one at hand was a classic example of this.
Everyone knew why, as the old man continued to believe in the legend of ascending to immortality on the day of the Hidden Tower's reboot.
Eight thousand years, even for a monk, was a long time. Infant Gods had replaced one another for eight or nine generations, and many aspects of the Hidden Tower had become actual legends, tales of the era of the Immortal Alliance.
A mythical story from the age when Immortal Venerates existed.
Over the years, fewer and fewer people, besides the Li Family, focused on planning to win the ultimate reward of the Hidden Tower's Blood Coffin.
No one else!
The qualifications were too hard to obtain. The treasures of the tower-town had no feelings and wouldn't compromise. They only recognized whether contributions, talents, and foundations were sufficient. Only then could one obtain a slumbering quota.
