Looking Into The Heart

Davis kept looking at Fairy Wix. He didn't avert his gaze, but his lips curled into a curious smile.

"Fairy Wix thinks I will reach the Empyrean Stage in the next hundred thousand years?"

Instead of answering, he asked a question himself, which caused Fairy Wix to blink.

"That or you will most likely die considering the increasingly difficult tribulations attempts you will face on your life every nine thousand years."

Davis nodded perfunctorily.

Normal tribulations that come every nine thousand years for humans wouldn't increase in difficulty, but for an Anarchic Divergent, that might be different. However, Davis already knew it wouldn't rise more than a level, and there would be no Paragon Magical Beasts as Myria had encountered five of these tribulations in her life, so it was not a problem for him to survive for more years if he kept hiding.