"Four hundred and eighty-three years."
Amid the surging waves of flame, a river of crimson-gold light flowed. Xu Xing sat within it, the long sword he had once carried on his back now resting across his front.
The blade was crimson, like kindling that drove away the night. Its radiance dimmed the brilliant crimson-gold light around it.
"I used two swords. The timing was about what I expected."
Fuguang had struck once, and Jingyao had struck once.
Though a "shell" had concealed them, they had still stirred that Heavenly Will Immortal, speeding up its awakening considerably.
They had tampered with time, yet then turned on each other...
If that being hadn't been so mad, Xu Xing would have struck with this sword long ago.
"But we've had a long time to develop in peace. That's enough."
Xu Xing rose to his full height, the crimson sword in hand, and walked out through the churning flames.
Whoosh~!
Flowing fire leaped and danced.
Beyond the fireball that resembled the Blazing Sun, Xu Xing lowered his gaze to the Inheritor Holy Land.
Compared with when he had first arrived, the Inheritor Holy Land was much quieter now. Aside from one Spirit Transformation cultivator, only a few minor cultivators below the Golden Core stage remained to train there.
By now, the vast majority of Human Race cultivators had quietly donned the Beast God Race's skins and infiltrated every trade and profession among them.
Quite a few had even risen to high positions.
But...
Now that the Heavenly Will Immortal had awakened, this method might fool Void Return cultivators, but it certainly couldn't fool that being!
The time had come.
Now it was up to the Human Race of this world to see if they could hold on by themselves.
Xu Xing withdrew his gaze