It Was Just Almost Becoming the Devil Race Patriarch

The Human Emperor's disappearance had an enormous impact on the Human Race, and Slaughter Saint understood that better than anyone.

Back then, the Human Race Dynasty had risen through the Way of Fortune, concentrating all the Human Race's fortune in the Human Emperor.

The advantage was obvious.

Although the Human Emperor, blessed by fortune, was still only in the Venerable Realm, his battle prowess rivaled the Dao Integration Realm, and no one in the Venerable Realm could withstand a single move from him.

It was precisely under the Human Emperor's protection that the Human Race had risen step by step, even carving out a territory within the Ten Earths.

Yet fortune could build one up, and fortune could bring one down.

After the Human Emperor disappeared, the Human Race had not only lost its pillar.

Their own lack of fortune had even made it impossible for any member of the Human Race to break through to the Venerable Realm.

The fact that Shen Lin had been able to approach him without his slightest awareness meant that his strength absolutely surpassed that of an ordinary Venerable Realm expert.

But...

How had he done it?

Slaughter Saint looked at Shen Lin with increasingly bright eyes, as if that gaze intended to bore straight through Shen Lin's body.

Shen Lin spread his hands helplessly and said, "I haven't broken through to the Venerable Realm yet..."

"What?"

Slaughter Saint froze for a moment.

Then he carefully observed Shen Lin, only to discover that what he had said was actually true.

The aura emanating from his body was clearly that of the Saint Realm.

But...

Slaughter Saint grew more and more confused.

How could someone in the Saint Realm possibly be stronger than him?

He believed that he had taken an unorthodox path on the