"Martial Saint, then let me see where this world's Human Race gathers its destiny."
A golden light veiled Ye Lin's eyes. Everywhere he looked, a hazy gray aura hung in the air.
At times, this destiny took the form of evil dragons soaring through the heavens; at others, it became gluttonous beasts devouring the world's destiny.
The golden light represented the Human Race's destiny. But right now, that destiny was pitifully scant, almost impossible to make out.
Ye Lin gazed into the distance, scanning inch by inch. Far, far away, a beam of golden light shot straight into the heavens. Its pillar, made of golden radiance, seemed as indestructible as a support holding up the entire sky.
Though the golden light looked incredibly sturdy on the outside, it was illusory within—strong on the outside, weak at the core. In less than three hundred years, this pillar of golden light was certain to collapse.
"I've found you, Martial King of the Human Race."
Ye Lin's lips curled into a faint smile. Then he stepped forward and vanished into the sky.
The Martial King of the Human Race suppressed the Human Race's destiny. He was its true gatherer of destiny, worthy of being called a Human Emperor, and he was bound to the Human Race as one.
If he fell, the Human Race's destiny would collapse. From that, it was clear that the Human Race had only three hundred years left.
Ye Lin moved swiftly. A distance of countless billions of miles took him no more than an instant to cross.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Lin arrived in an exceptionally magnificent city. Terrifying cracks ran along its hundred-meter-high walls.
Most eye-catching of all was a hundred-meter-long claw mark, as though it had nearly destroyed the entire city.
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