When Ants Swarm, They Can Bite an Elephant to Death

Lin Jun had yet to meet Su Ming. He had only heard these people talk about him, so he could not quite understand Ling Zhi's fear.

He looked at the Stone Stele in his hand. It had shrunk to the size of a ruler.

Lin Jun gripped the half-length ruler, his heart filled with an urge.

The urge was not his own. It came from the mighty figures of thirty thousand eras, who had all but forced it upon him.

They had died at the hands of the Sea Demons and the Heavenly Tribulation. Now, the remnants of their wills tried to drive Lin Jun to avenge them.

To take revenge on the Sea Demons, on the Heavenly Tribulation, even on heaven and earth itself.

Only when Lin Jun held the Stone Stele did he understand why the Heavenly Tribulation had failed to destroy it. The stele was resentment made almost tangible—the final sighs of thirty thousand eras.

That power had been compressed for untold trillions of years. Even Lin Jun was shaken by the might stored within it.

Others had tried to wield this weapon before, but in the end, they had all become part of the Stone Stele. Lin Jun alone had earned the recognition of the mighty figures of thirty thousand eras.

Those lingering resentments saw hope in Lin Jun. Hope for revenge. Even if their enemy was the heavens, they would have their revenge.

And this was only half of it. The other half was still in the Desolate Sea. If the two steles were reunited, Lin Jun felt that dealing with the Sea Demons, at least, would be no problem.

As for Su Ming, he would have to meet him first.

"How is the Desolate Sea now?"

Lin Jun changed the subject. Listening to Ling