"You finally appeared." The Fate Painter said in a deep voice, "After releasing temporal-spatial superposition instability for so long, how much longer can your current state last?"
"Seventy-two hours." Qin Mingshen gazed through the Bronze Hall toward the distant sea.
The Fate Painter frowned deeply. "Only seventy-two hours?"
"Seventy-two hours is enough." Qin Mingshen's words carried incomparable confidence. He always seemed to have victory firmly in his grasp.
The Fate Painter's brows knitted tightly. "I originally planned to release 008 in the Federation and use the Federation's flesh and blood to cultivate it, killing two birds with one stone. I never expected the Pioneer to release it himself. Could he be trying to use the Sea Clan's flesh and blood to undergo Divine Gestation himself?
No, that's not right! The Pioneer is already near godhood. With his power, if he wanted to use Divine Gestation to advance further, even sacrificing the Sea Clan would not be enough. At the very least, he would need to add every living being on the East Continent.
Could it be to help someone else undergo Divine Gestation? Du Jingzhe?"
Qin Mingshen shook his head slightly. "Other than me, no one else in this world can undergo Divine Gestation.
He probably knew that if this dragged on any longer, the Federation would certainly lose. And as Fate grew increasingly disturbed, the power the God of Fate could project into reality would only increase.
He saw the losing outcome, so he could only make a desperate gamble."
Suddenly, a faint cold smile curled at Qin Mingshen's lips. "In that case, I'll grant you your wish."
"I'm fucking exhausted... exhausted, damn it! Why can't this monster be killed?"
Tang Guo's face was pale, sweat-soaked strands of hair plastered to her cheeks. She panted heavily, completely devoid