This time, Lin Xiaodao finally laid out everything behind his audacious recklessness.
Many people thought he had gone mad, deliberately provoking the Dark Clan and drawing their fury onto himself.
What they did not know was that he merely wanted to build a fortress where Li Tianming could cultivate for a thousand years!
Activating the Infernal Star Guardian Formation for a thousand years would consume an enormous amount of the Swordgod Star stellar source. Whether it was Swordgod Star itself or the entire Infinitum Bodhimanda, sooner or later they would condemn and interfere.
Since that was the case, Lin Xiaodao might as well seize the mountain and proclaim himself king while the two great powers of Darkstar were locked in confrontation, wiping out all public opinion within Swordgod Star.
As for beyond Swordgod Star, he did not care.
Hearing this, Li Tianming took a deep breath.
"The only thing that can threaten the Infernal Star Guardian Formation is the Dark Clan's Infinitum-class astralship, right?" Li Tianming asked.
"That's right. With Old Man Chen here, we have more than a ninety percent chance of victory on Swordgod Star's battlefield. The only risk in my plan lies with the Infernal Star Guardian Formation."
"I was somewhat worried before, but now that we have your lifebound beasts, even if he deploys an Infinitum-class vessel, our chances of winning are over seventy percent."
One ninety percent, one seventy percent!
Together with the Swordgod Star ruins, Lin Xiaodao's gamble truly had its reasons.
"Of course, whether you can achieve the effect I want within a thousand years is impossible to predict," Lin Xiaodao said.
"Master."
Li Tianming pursed his lips and smiled.
"You're looking down on me. Forget a thousand years—just a mere century should be enough."
"You're showing off?"
"Was that smooth?"
"Smooth!"
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