Slap! Slap! Slap!
Ying Jiaren delivered several hard slaps, forehand and backhand. Yang Fan's eyes cleared a little, and he stopped shouting, only muttering something under his breath.
Wang Quan coughed. "Old thing, times have changed."
"How long has it been since you looked at the world?"
"Our era is at least twenty or thirty eras removed from yours."
"Times change. Divine Abilities, spells, Magic Treasures, and magical artifacts all develop. Even Spirit Monsters and anomalies without much in the way of brains are evolving and improving."
"Things you couldn't accomplish back then had already begun to take shape in the previous era."
"After we descended into historical fragments several times, the old fellows of the Dao Court had long since developed a Divine Ability for leaving historical fragments."
"I actually came in this time to deliver that Divine Ability to them."
"When the time comes, we can leave whenever we want and stay whenever we want."
"We'll even turn this historical fragment of yours into a secret training ground for the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court."
"We'll send more experts in, then have this historical fragment repeat endlessly so others can cultivate Divine Abilities here and hone their foundations."
"And you, my friend, will be studied here without end."
"Until your Dao heart collapses completely!"
"No, even after your Dao heart collapses, we'll still study you."
"And you, my friend-you'll become the most miserable historical anchor point in the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court, in this world, in all of history."
"In the years to come, endless eras will pass, and countless prodigies and monstrous talents will enter this historical fragment."
"They'll cultivate here and build their foundations."
"In the end, they'll even point at your head and tell those who come after them, 'Look, this dumbass clearly had a chance to end