Preparing to Head to the Mythical Realm

Li Su was deeply shaken.

He had never imagined that this was the full scope of the Fireseed Plan: to buy him a whole century without restraint. It felt like, a hundred years from now, he would be slaughtering the demon race like pigs and dogs.

This... was fucking overestimating the demon race.

Li Su could not help grumbling inwardly. He, Li Su, was the foremost prodigy of the human race. He wielded the Seven Supreme Sages, could battle the Eight Kings in the Divine Power Realm, and kill immortals. It had only been a little over four years since he first began cultivating.

And now, the old masters were giving him a hundred years—twenty-five times four years.

Were they looking down on him, Li?

Li Su drew a breath, grand declarations rising in his heart. What hundred years? Give him one year and he could crush the demon race head-on. Two years, and he would trample the Mythical Realm beneath his feet. At most another three years, and he would become the strongest being in this age.

Thoughts were one thing, but Li Su did not say them aloud. It was not that he lacked confidence. Mainly, the waters of this world were fucking deep.

The thing suppressed beneath the Mystic Yellow Tower had given him an extremely ominous feeling. It was an existence at the sage level.

For some reason, Li Su had a premonition that those dormant Outer Evils might be waking up. A truly terrifying era was about to arrive. The accident at the Mystic Yellow Tower could never have been an isolated coincidence.

So he had better keep those grand declarations to himself, lest he be slapped in the face again and again later.

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