The hundred-thousand-year deadline had arrived, and the mission the Lord of the Universe had assigned Ling Tian and the others had officially begun. Ling Tian, Xiao Shi, and Chi Xue were transported to a space in the very first moment. The instant Xiao Shi saw Ling Tian, he asked excitedly whether Ling Tian had come up with a plan. Ling Tian had never told him anything over the years about how to deal with the mission when it came, but Xiao Shi knew Ling Tian well. Ling Tian must have thought of a way to handle it—more than that, he must have worked out a complete strategy. Just thinking about it excited Xiao Shi.
"Mm. We need to knock Chi Xue and the others out of the fight as soon as possible..." Ling Tian began, but before he could finish, Xiao Shi interrupted him.
"What? We're supposed to knock Chi Xue and the others out of the fight ahead of time?!" Xiao Shi's voice rose. His tone was full of confusion. "Brother Tian, do we really need to do that? The Lord of the Universe only wants us to hold out for a year this time. The best plan should be to find ways to keep them at bay and stall for time, right? After all, knocking Chi Xue and the others out early means fighting them, and Venerable Sword Saint will go all out against us too. That'll drain us badly and put us in even greater danger. At the very least, it'll be much harder to last a year."
Without waiting for Ling Tian to speak, he continued, "Besides, although some of Chi Xue's people have broken through to the Near-Saint Fifteenth Heaven, they've only just made it. They're nowhere near as strong as us. Even Chi Xue's