Ling Tian and the others had concluded that Venerable Sword Saint's next move would be the Lord of the Universe's final trial for him—the last trial before he attempted to break free of the Lord of the Universe's constraints. He would have an easier time for quite a while after that, since no cultivator in the entire God Realm, aside from the Lord of the Universe, could threaten him.
However, Ling Tian knew that as the Lord of the Universe's final trial, it would surely be extremely grueling, and Venerable Sword Saint might well have to pass through nine deaths to survive. At the thought, Ling Tian's expression turned slightly grave. He had judged that Venerable Sword Saint, after fusing with nine golden cores, would be incredibly powerful—far stronger than they had anticipated. Naturally, that made him even more solemn.
Poqiong sensed Ling Tian's mood and put on a carefree smile. "You don't need to worry, kid. I've watched your strength improve with my own eyes. You've advanced an entire major realm in such a short time, and your mastery of all kinds of secret techniques is high—especially your Teleportation Secret Technique. That technique isn't easy to improve. Even a rise in cultivation does little to help. In other words, even if Venerable Sword Saint fuses with one more golden core, his mastery of this technique won't improve by much. He might even fall short of yours. Facing him, you should be able to hold your own with ease."
Ling Tian nodded without saying more and continued working to improve his strength.
Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, another ten or twenty thousand years had passed, and the ten-million-year deadline was fast approaching.
Though only ten or twenty thousand years had passed, Ling Tian and the others