But it was not as though he had never given the Xuan Yuan Clan a chance.
He had given the Xuan Yuan Clan a full ten million years to develop.
Yet all they had to show him for those ten million years was a result born of internal competition and self-consuming strife.
If he did not make sweeping, drastic reforms, then once he left the Penglai Independent World someday, a race like the Xuan Yuan Clan-slackers to their very core-would ultimately return to the same old path they had followed for ten million years.
No matter how much more time he gave them, they would struggle to truly step beyond those two formation barriers.
Even if they did pass beyond both formation barriers, the moment the Xuan Yuan Clan encountered any setback or challenge, they would retreat into the Penglai Independent World like turtles into their shells and return to that same old path.
That was why Lin Tian had to teach the Xuan Yuan Clan a true lesson in blood.
That lesson was not only for the three billion Xuan Yuan Clan elites who had died, but also for Xuan Yuan, who had spent the past hundred thousand years kneeling in the air above the outer academy of the Commoners' Academy.
However.
Even though Lin Tian had abandoned more than three billion elite descendants of the Xuan Yuan Clan to destruction beneath the Heavenly Dao Purple Firmament tribulation lightning.
The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Qi and Great Dao Merit bestowed by the Great Dao still descended upon him without cease.
On this day.
Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes.
Within the Celebratory Cloud spanning fifty thousand mu above his head, the All-Heaven Two Principles Vine presiding there shimmered with more than forty different origin laws.
Over these