They had thought that everything the Immortal King had done over the years was to consolidate the Gods' rule over this world. Who would have expected that, from beginning to end, all the Immortal King had considered was himself.
Lin Yi nodded, confirming the claim.
Over the years, Lin Yi had wiped out so many factions of the Gods for the Immortal King. Although the Immortal King had given the orders, the Gods had not put that score on his head. Instead, Lin Yi had become the one who offended everyone.
Most importantly, nearly all that Source Power had flowed into the Immortal King's pocket. What did that indicate?
It indicated that the Immortal King might have had such a plan from the very beginning—to gather the Source Power of all the Gods across the Three Realms and Six Paths onto himself, making himself the strongest being in history.
Lin Yi could understand why the Immortal King would think that way.
After all, he was the reincarnation of Fuxi, an Ancient Great God who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms and Six Paths. If his second life could not be far more glorious than his first, if he could not become far stronger than before, then what meaning was there in living again?
"You mean making this public?"
Over the past decade, Lin Yi had destroyed no fewer than a hundred factions.
In terms of quality, the High Gods in those factions had not been particularly formidable. Losing a few, or even a dozen or so, was not enough for anyone to make an issue of it.
But once the numbers grew large, it became a different matter.
This was the truth: quantitative change led to qualitative change.
At first, the factions Lin Yi destroyed had