The Snow Empress looked at Lu Jun, her voice low:
"After that came the conflict with Divine King Tang San, the one that shook the entire Douluo Continent. Huo Yuhao paid an unimaginably terrible price, but in the end, he stopped Tang San's true body from descending."
She took a deep breath and gave her final assessment:
"Now, ten thousand years have passed. He has slumbered for ten thousand years, absorbed an unknown amount of Faith Power, and was resurrected by the Thousand Ancient Family with the finest resources. His strength... has likely increased by more than ten thousandfold!"
"Even back when he was merely at the Limit Douluo level, the feeling he gave me was that his foundation already faintly surpassed Di Tian and the Evil Emperor at the same level. Now..."
The Snow Empress did not finish, but what remained unsaid sank everyone's hearts to the bottom.
Lu Jun remained silent, his fingers unconsciously brushing the cold scabbard of the Ice Abyss Sword at his waist.
He truly had not expected that in this world that had deviated from the original storyline, Huo Yuhao—free from Tang San's manipulation and control—would have such a terrifying growth path and reach such a staggering height.
This was not merely strength. It was an enhanced version so powerful that it shattered the boundaries of understanding.
As expected, a Child of Destiny was still a Child of Destiny.
Lu Jun sighed inwardly.
Even if I took some of the opportunities that should have belonged to him, he still relied on his terrifying talent and temperament to reach a height that even the original story never attained.
Di Yue watched Lu Jun's silent profile. A trace of reluctance and concern flashed through her crimson eyes. She opened her mouth, hesitated, then spoke.
"Lu Jun,