A hundred years might seem like a long time.
But to Transcenders like Ling Tian and Yang Mei, it was far too short.
During these hundred years.
The Outer Realm had been unusually quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
It was like the calm before a storm.
Unlike the trembling creatures of the Outer Realm.
Yang Mei, Di Yu, and the other Transcenders were somewhat anxious.
As the hundred-year deadline drew near.
As the only hope of resisting the Creation God and True God, Ling Tian still showed no sign of awakening.
"Could something have gone wrong while Ling Tian was absorbing Lord Ye Song's legacy?"
Yang Mei finally could not hold back and spoke in a low voice.
Upon hearing this.
Worry also welled up in the eyes of Di Yu, Buddha Lord, and the other Transcenders.
If Ling Tian failed to digest Ye Song's legacy before the Creation God and True God descended, everything would be over.
What they did not know was...
Ling Tian had already reached a critical juncture.
In essence.
Ye Song had been Ling Tian's clone in his previous life.
According to Ling Tian's expectations.
He should have been able to complete the fusion smoothly.
But Ling Tian had vastly underestimated the extent of Ye Song's comprehension of the laws.
When Ye Song's incomparably vast understanding of the laws surged into his divine consciousness.
Ling Tian only felt his head go "buzz," and he passed out on the spot.
By the time Ling Tian finally woke up.
More than half of the hundred years had already passed.
Ling Tian was horrified.
When Ling Tian lowered his divine sense into his mind, he was instantly stunned by the sight before him.
His original True Spirit had vanished.
In its place was a nebula