In his memories, a person named Zhao Linchuan simply didn't exist!
He was like a bug that had appeared out of nowhere, a variable that had no place in the course of their fate.
Given the strength he'd shown, his temperament, and the forces gathered around him, if such a person had existed in their previous life, he could never have remained obscure.
He pondered for a long while, then shook his head and temporarily set aside the unsolvable question.
There was no point in dwelling on Zhao Linchuan's origins now. What mattered was how to deal with him.
"Where Zhao Linchuan came from isn't important."
Tang San raised his head, his gaze passing through the sparse leaves to the vast sky. "What matters is that you remember this, Mu Bai, Xiao Ao, Fatty: we have 'that person' behind us."
He pointed a finger lightly upward, indicating the supreme being in the Divine Realm.
"No matter how extraordinary Zhao Linchuan is, no matter how he stirs up the winds and clouds, under 'that person's' gaze, he's still just a stepping stone on our path to godhood—one that might be a little more uncomfortable underfoot."
"Our future was written in the stars long ago."
"Ultimate victory is bound to be ours!"
His words were like a magical sedative, instantly smoothing away the fear and unease in Dai Mubai and the others' hearts.
That was right. They had 'that person' standing behind them, and a "script" already written for them. No matter how strong Zhao Linchuan was, could he really be stronger than 'fate,' stronger than 'His' designs?
The three visibly relaxed, standing a little straighter.
Ma Hongjun let out a breath of relief, then remembered another thorny problem. "But, Third Brother, what about Xiao Wu?"
"That burly man beside Zhao Linchuan