It had been a razor-close shave.
Lin Tian still shuddered at the memory of facing the Netherworld Ancestor on Mount Buzhou, a being who held Hongmeng Purple Qi and a portion of the Primordial World's authority, and could command countless resentful spirits of Chaos Demon Gods from the Chaos Era.
If the God-Slaying Spear in his hand had failed to unleash its true power just then and cleave through the netherworld aura at the point where the Netherworld River met the River of Fate...
If he had not rescued First Qilin in that instant, not only would First Qilin have been imprisoned forever in the Netherworld Ancestor's Netherworld River, but Lin Tian and Houtu, who had already stepped into it, would surely have been trapped there for eternity by that single moment's failure!
Had that come to pass, the modest dream Lin Tian had spent more than ten million years planning-changing the Primordial World's history and keeping the Human Race involved in its affairs-would have been utterly dashed in that river!
Now.
Lin Tian stood outside the Human Royal City, amid lush greenery and overlapping emerald mountains, outwardly calm as he accepted the kneeling homage of First Qilin, a Great Dao Quasi-Saint.
Inside, however, he felt utterly shaken.
Even back in the River of Time, when he had faced Haotian Child from the future ordained by fate and Daoist Hongjun's future self, he had felt no sense of danger.
But in the Netherworld River, facing the Netherworld Ancestor, whose Chaos Union with the Dao Art had become completely attuned to the Primordial World, he had felt the terror of his life hanging by a thread.
From his humble beginnings through his rise to the third grade of Chaos Great Encompassing Golden Immortal, Lin Tian had never experienced a battle like