The odds were one to ten.
An Su had already acquired everything he desired, and one could even say that the gains from this trip had far exceeded his expectations.
The rewards from the Radiant Holy See were just secondary, merely an addition.
His soul had undergone the baptism of the River of Life twenty thousand times. Through countless descents into the Nether, An Su could feel a fundamental transformation within himself, becoming more solid and resilient. Naturally, he had gained a hint of the essence of life, as if he had been protected or blessed, so that no ordinary person could harm or taint his soul—not even a demigod of the Esoteric Sect.
In layman's terms, it's like his tender lamb meat had been swished in the soup pot over twenty thousand times, until it became too tough to chew.
The gains on the spiritual side were just one aspect, there were also significant gains for his physical body.
