The time had come.
At first hearing, ordinary people might not understand what those words meant at all. They were a little too broad, after all; there were far too many "times" in this world.
But to Song Changsheng, those words had one meaning, and one meaning only: to climb another step after already reaching the top of a hundred-foot pole, and set foot into that profound and mysterious realm.
Gao Yu had abused the power of fortune and had already become a slave to that power. Under these circumstances, their next exchange of blows would be an all-out final battle.
The Heavenly Lightning Tribulation of the [Mysterious Thunder Sky-Piercing Lance] had not yet descended, and the Myriad Manifestations Palace held no advantage in this battle situation. If they wanted to make the scales of victory tilt toward them, they were still missing one crucial weight.
Though Ji Shinian was still hidden away, on a battlefield of that level, ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators did not even have the qualifications to interfere. He had weight, but it still was not enough.
Song Changsheng was different. In his hand was the [Human King Sword]; he bore the fortune of the Nine Regions of the Southwest upon him; his comprehension of the Grand Dao was still above that of Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators. He could unleash power that far exceeded his own realm, and he had the qualifications to step into the battlefield of the final battle, counterbalance the [Human King Sword] in Gao Yu's hand, and become the last weight that tipped the scales.
The final battle might be only a few months away, and at most, no more than a year or so.
With such a short amount of time, if it were anyone else, forget breaking through—they