That was right. In the eyes of many, once the Demon God Forbidden Ground had been almost completely wiped out, it would be time for Ling Tian and the others to make their move against the Demon God. But a mere hundred thousand years would only be enough for them to reach the Thirtieth Heaven of Near-Saint. Judging by the Divine Emperor and Lei Ba's cultivation, breaking through to that level would still leave them far from becoming Saints. Everyone believed they had to be infinitely close to Sainthood before they could stand against the Demon God. After all, he was already a Saint-level existence. Even if something had gone wrong with him, he would still surely be far stronger than cultivators at the Thirtieth Heaven of Near-Saint. And since Ling Tian would later have to enter the Demon God's universe, the demands on his cultivation would be even greater.
At this point, however, Chi Xue frankly said that even if the Demon God Forbidden Ground were completely eliminated, they did not necessarily have to attack. The initiative was in their hands; they could decide when to move against the Demon God.
"Exactly. We can always put off attacking the Demon God," Little Squeak chimed in. Then, as a thought struck him, he looked at the others. "Especially since the Demon God gave us a deadline of a million years. From what we can tell, nearly half of that time remains. There's no need for us to rush into a fight."
At that, everyone remembered the million-year deadline the Demon God had given them. Knowing that nearly five hundred thousand years remained, they all breathed a little easier and stopped fretting over the matter.
"Fellow Daoist Ling Tian, isn't everything going a little too smoothly? It feels wrong," Shi Ying