Although there wasn't much time left before the deadline the Lord of the Universe had set for Ling Tian and the others, there were already one hundred and fifty or sixty experts at his side who were infinitely close to Sainthood. At the rate things were going, there should be more than two hundred by the deadline—far more than they had initially expected. It was only that none of the cultivators had become Saints.
Although no one had broken through to the Thirty-sixth Heaven and become a Saint, the Eastern Emperor Bell had said that with Chi Xue and the others' aptitudes, once they were infinitely close to Sainthood, their strength would be no weaker than that of ordinary Saints. Ling Tian was even much stronger than an ordinary Saint. With so many experts comparable to Saints, or even stronger than ordinary Saints, joining forces—and especially with an inside-outside attack—they had a good chance of defeating the Lord of the Universe. In short, Ling Tian and the others were confident they could beat him.
Their strength was already sufficient, and Ling Tian and the others had made all kinds of other preparations as well. For instance, they had ways to threaten the Lord of the Universe into letting them see their friends and family. The cultivators of the Dark Pavilion and Mist Hidden Sect had also set up enormous Teleportation Formations throughout the star domains. With these measures, Ling Tian had a good chance of seeing his loved ones, while Chi Xue and the others would be able to lock onto the Lord of the Universe's whereabouts and reach him quickly while he was battling Ling Tian.
Time slipped by. In the blink of an eye, another twenty million years passed. Now, less than ten million years remained before the