Although Ling Tian was now infinitely close to Sainthood, after analyzing the situation, he realized that breaking through to the Thirty-sixth Heaven of Near-Saint in the time remaining was almost impossible. That was true even though he wouldn't face the problem of his cultivation stagnating. It had taken him tens of millions of years just to break through one minor realm, and reaching the Thirty-sixth Heaven of Near-Saint would be a major breakthrough. It would take far longer—perhaps several times as long. So before the million-year deadline the Lord of the Universe had set for them arrived, he simply wouldn't have enough time, even if he cultivated in the Eastern Emperor Bell's main-body space, where time passed a thousand times faster.
Naturally, this result left Ling Tian deeply disappointed. In his heart, being infinitely close to Sainthood was merely the bare minimum required to contend with the Lord of the Universe. The higher he could advance, the better his chances of withstanding the Lord of the Universe's cosmic suppression and ultimately defeating him.
Still, Ling Tian didn't dwell on the matter too much. Though the time remaining might not be enough to reach the Thirty-sixth Heaven of Near-Saint, he was certain it would let him go further along the path of becoming infinitely close to a Saint. That would further improve his strength, and the stronger he became, the better his chances of defeating the Lord of the Universe.
Besides, Ling Tian knew he wouldn't be fighting alone. Chi Xue and the others would be there, too. In particular, it seemed that many of them had a chance to become infinitely close to Sainthood. If they joined forces in the future, they would surely cause the Lord of the Universe enormous trouble.
At that moment, the World-Ending Thunder Dragon suddenly