Destiny Levering the Tracks of Fate

Perhaps there was an even more vivid analogy.

You were more like someone who had just stepped out from beneath the sun, craving everything outside, grabbing at food without choosing, greedily surfing the internet, playing games, and watching porn.

"Which sun are you talking about?"

"The fat one?"

Those people who had walked out from beneath the sun knew that one day, they would return to that patch of sunlight. Beneath its blinding heat and radiance, all freedom would be restricted, and joy would never return.

"Hello, sir. Here is a one-way ticket. We specially invited you to Pyongyang to attend an awards ceremony."

In the year 6275, Zhang Fan advanced to become the Co-Lord of Spring and Autumn.

His reason was simple: "The Yuan Tian Realm is almost out of usable bloodlines."

At most, he could gather 108 bloodline Dao Marks to forge a Dao Fruit. Perhaps he could scrape together 120, 130... but he absolutely could not reach 144.

It was not that it was absolutely impossible, only that the difficulty would rise exponentially. And even after gathering them, they might not necessarily complement one another.

"It's out of control... Only Bei Chenguang is left."

You found Zhang Fan and asked in confusion, "Why did you have to break through on the spot? Didn't we agree that as long as you held yourself back and stopped synthesizing Dao Marks, I could give you an extra point allocation every year..."

You had even resorted to this kind of temptation to stop him.

Zhang Fan said, "Brother Yun, although I'm very grateful for your essence point allocation, I already learned from Senior Yuan Mingzun that your point allocation will be made up for after immortality, which means you're drawing in advance upon the power of the Co-Lord of Spring and