More than half of Lin Zhen's Eighth Life had swiftly passed.
On a mountain peak, Lin Zhen celebrated his seventieth birthday.
"Thirty more years, and this life will be over."
Raising both hands, two streams of Dimensional Power swirled within Lin Zhen's palms.
Over the years, Lin Zhen's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
At seventy years old, his divine power had already recovered to more than half of its previous life's level—fifty million divine power.
Moreover, there was still room for improvement in his realm. He was only at the peak of the God King level and had yet to become a Quasi-Dominator.
His ultimate divine power in this life could reach one hundred million.
The only thing somewhat lacking was that his Dimensional Strike cultivation was still unstable.
Dominator Combat Skills were incredibly difficult to cultivate, as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Even with Lin Zhen's current talent, completely mastering it within a few decades was far from easy.
So far, the Dominator Combat Skill still lacked one final thing: stability when executing the combined strike.
"To make that final part completely stable, it is no longer a matter of technical refinement, but a matter of tempering one's state of mind."
Lin Zhen repeatedly turned his hands over a few times before withdrawing them.
He was currently at the very center of the entire Barren Continent.
Only here could he delay contact with the enemy to the greatest extent possible. However, based on what he had observed in the Dimensional Universe these past few days, the first wave of enemies was about to arrive.
"Seventy years have passed. The entire Barren Continent is now filled with enemies, and the first wave will probably be here soon. I will spend the last thirty years here."
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