"Damn, I've struck it rich."
A moment later, Li Jinhuang came before Ye Lin with a broad grin on his face.
His eyes were brimming with excitement—it was obvious he had pocketed no small number of benefits.
Ye Lin merely smiled without saying a word.
"What's your plan next?"
Ye Lin folded his arms and silently watched Li Jinhuang before him.
"Obviously, we lie low and build up our strength—unite all the Human Race across the Cloud Sea Star Region and have every last one of them cultivate."
"Once we've amassed enough strength, we'll launch a full-scale war, take the entire Cloud Sea Star Region, and fight a magnificent battle to turn the tables."
Li Jinhuang clenched his fist, his face full of excitement.
Ye Lin simply stood there with his arms folded, quietly watching him.
"Lie low and build up? For how long?"
"Let's lie low for a thousand years first. A thousand years should be about enough."
Hearing this, Ye Lin frowned slightly.
A thousand years to build up their strength, then take the entire Cloud Sea Star Region, and finally reach the great war of the myriad races—at minimum, that would take ten thousand years, and that was the most conservative estimate.
Just what era had Sword Venerable sent him to?
Wasn't the span of time in between a little too vast?
In other words, he would have to wait at least another ten thousand years before he could meet the Ancient Human Emperor?
That was absurd. Utterly absurd.
"What do you think? In a thousand years, my Human Race will have enough strength to stir up a great war and occupy the entire Cloud Sea Star Region."
"Not just the Cloud Sea Star Region—the Human Race in other star regions is secretly stockpiling its strength as