The contrast made it clear.
The Xuan Yuan Clan possessed ample resources, and in intelligence, adaptability, and every other aspect, its overall capabilities could be said to trounce those of every race of creatures in the Primordial World. Yet for ten million years, it had remained trapped in relentless internal competition.
In the end, even the founding ancestor, Xuan Yuan, had been unable to lead his descendants and marshal the strength of the entire clan to break through the two formation barriers and enter the Primordial World.
So.
If Lin Tian continued to turn a blind eye to the Xuan Yuan Clan and let it drift unchecked.
Then this clan, whose overall capabilities and adaptability should have crowned it above every race in the Primordial World, would ruin itself completely within the Penglai Independent World.
It would vanish from the Primordial World, reduced to dust.
Of course.
Lin Tian believed there was a reason the Xuan Yuan Clan had developed such a strange mindset, to the point that its elites had not even dared bring up the idea of breaking through the formations over the past five million years.
Beyond the tangled, interlocking interests within the Xuan Yuan Clan's organization.
There was also another factor.
The Primordial World History that Lin Tian had already changed was now exerting the immense corrective power inherent in history and time!
Thus.
Primordial World History was returning to its proper course.
It would not allow Lin Tian, that monstrous Heavenly Dao variable, to wrench the entire course of Primordial World History into a sweeping detour.
Lin Tian had already fused with the fate origin law into which the Fate Little Snake had transformed.
In truth, he had already grasped nearly half the authority over this great path of the fate origin law.
He could