So Jiang Ming understood everything and naturally had to prepare thoroughly. He would not make a laughingstock of himself. If his future incarnation and past incarnation started fighting, that would be quite the spectacle-and let others reap the benefits.
For now, however, Wutian had no suitable allies. With useless teammates in tow, even a great horde of demons and monsters offered only quantity, not quality.
Soon.
As the thirty-three-year deadline drew closer, the immortals and gods all recovered their powers.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ming's past incarnation, Wutian, fought barehanded against Son Goku, who had now swallowed sixteen Sariras, without using the World-Destroying Black Lotus.
Son Goku was now a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.
Wutian, meanwhile, was a perfected Quasi-Saint, only one step away from the Saint Realm.
After a hundred exchanges, however, Son Goku still lost. Yet Son Goku had an advantage of his own: his Fleshly Body Sanctification.
In their first clash, Son Goku was captured.
Unfortunately, Son Goku had swallowed the sixteen Sariras, forcing Wutian to find a way to extract them from him first.
Of course, Wutian now thought highly of Son Goku and wanted to persuade him to join his camp.
Jiang Ming remained perfectly calm. Whatever his past incarnation could not accomplish, he, the future incarnation, would certainly accomplish later. Once he completed his plan, Son Goku would still have to stand on his side.
Because Jiang Ming understood Son Goku's personality better than anyone.
Soon.
Another half year passed.
His past incarnation, Wutian, still had no way of dealing with Son Goku and could only keep him imprisoned.
Likewise, his past incarnation, Wutian, could do nothing about Jiang Ming and could not refine him.
Jiang Ming, on the other hand, was in an excellent mood. After only a year suppressed beneath the World-Destroying Black Lotus, he had