Then, Ji Zai and his three perverted sons followed Zi Feng and the Dragon Ancestor God away.
With three generations meeting, naturally there was much to talk about. Lin Fan, on the other hand, found himself free as a bird. Originally, he had wanted the Divine Dragon Queen to show him around, but after being defeated by Lin Fan, she had developed a serious trauma. Every time she saw Lin Fan, she acted as if she had seen a ghost, running away immediately, impossible to stop.
Sighing, Lin Fan muttered, “When did I become so terrifying? Such a lovely girl, completely ruined by me. What a pity, truly a pity.”
Lin Fan sighed and wandered casually around the Dragon Clan’s camp.
The Dragon Clan’s encampment resembled a primitive tribe from the outside—seemingly unimpressive and simple—but inside, it was extravagantly luxurious to a shocking degree.
Watching the Dragon Clan members passing by one after another, Lin Fan felt a growing, uneasy urge: to rob them all.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt he had made a grave mistake.
He shouldn’t have brought Ji Zai back first to reunite with his family. Instead, he should have looted the entire Dragon Clan first, stirring up massive resentment, and only then brought Ji Zai back—ensuring everything was secure.
Still, thinking about it now wasn’t too late.
Among the Ten Fierce Beast Clans, excluding the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, there were still eight left. He could take this opportunity to explore thoroughly, accumulate more Holy Yang Pills, and then elevate Xuan Huang Realm to its peak. That would be truly delightful.
The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He quickly made up his mind: once Ji Zai had finished reuniting with his family, he would take him along for some looting.
But for now, he needed to return and study the Xuan Huang Realm carefully.
With ten trillion Holy Yang Pills in hand, there were two powerful abilities available.
One was “A Thought, A Hundred Years,” which activated a major cheat function, rapidly boosting the entire strength of the Xuan Huang Realm.
The other was “Heavenly Treasures Descend,” which allowed the Xuan Huang Realm to hide more secret realms or treasures for people to explore.
But considering the current situation, “A Thought, A Hundred Years” was the most urgent. Rapidly increasing strength would allow them to face the impending crisis with confidence.
Who knew when the “Ten Thousand Realms Opening” would occur, but from Lin Fan’s perspective, it wouldn’t bring anything good.
He didn’t expect to protect many people, but he was determined to safeguard the Xuan Huang Realm.
Inside the room!
Lin Fan checked the status of the Xuan Huang Realm. Everything was developing in a promising direction.
Under the coordination of the Holy Sect, major sects, including some smaller ones, had begun consolidating into an alliance.
Wang Xiaoming, due to his special constitution, had attracted the ire of many “Chosen Ones.” For him, this was a period of both pain and joy.
Some Chosen Ones were tortured by Wang Xiaoming, while others inflicted suffering on him. But every time, Wang Xiaoming always came out ahead.
Such a life was pure bliss for Wang Xiaoming.
But the only question on Lin Fan’s mind was: when all these Chosen Ones reached their peak, would Wang Xiaoming become the ultimate villain, eventually killed by the crowd?
“Xiaoming, from now on, you are truly a great benefactor of the Xuan Huang Realm,” Lin Fan thought to himself. But with him around, even if Wang Xiaoming wanted to die, he would have to see if he could pull it off.
“A Thought, A Hundred Years”—in the blink of an eye, time in the Xuan Huang Realm would accelerate. To prevent worry among others, Lin Fan had already explained this to them.
Especially to Xuan Yun Immortal—if he disappeared for a hundred years, she might go mad.
For Lin Fan, it was just a blink, but for the people of the Xuan Huang Realm, it was a real hundred years.
Sighing, Lin Fan muttered, “If only I could improve my own cultivation through training, that would be great.”
Lin Fan couldn’t help but envy the “A Thought, A Hundred Years” ability.
But for himself, upgrading still required experience. Without experience, even sitting still for a hundred years was useless.
Zong Hentian now controlled the Holy Sect, so Lin Fan instructed him to recruit some new disciples—those who had been tricked by Wang Xiaoming.
After all, those people were all Chosen Ones. Lin Fan had even inquired about the will of the Xuan Huang Realm.
Eventually, he learned that for the Xuan Huang Realm to grow stronger, it needed to create Chosen Ones to drive the world’s progression.
After everything was arranged, Lin Fan raised his finger. Countless Holy Yang dragons swirled around him.
“A Thought, A Hundred Years.”
In an instant, space trembled. The vast Holy Yang dragons surged forward, rushing into the Xuan Huang Realm.
This immense force nearly caused the Xuan Huang Realm to burst.
Suddenly, brilliant light erupted. Due to the system, the Holy Yang dragons were forcibly absorbed and converted into power, accelerating the passage of time.
Whoosh!
Lin Fan noticed that everything in front of him had changed. A river of time floated before him. On this river of time, countless threads floated—each thread connected to a living being within the Xuan Huang Realm.
These were the fates of the beings in the Xuan Huang Realm.
But now, pushed by Lin Fan—the hidden hand behind it all—countless fates had undergone tremendous changes.
Among the river of time, ten thousand threads were connected to Wang Xiaoming. Curious, Lin Fan flicked his finger and examined one.
“Zong Hao, disciple of the Virtuous Sect. His fate: cultivation at Middle Lesser Heaven Stage, lifespan of 103 years, death by misfortune.”
This was the original destiny. But within the accelerated time, these words gradually faded, replaced by a new fate.
“Zong Hao, disciple of the Virtuous Sect. His fate changed due to Wang Xiaoming. His cultivation reaches the Tenth Heaven Stage of Divine Heaven, lifespan eternal…”
Never had Lin Fan imagined that his interference would alter so many fates in the Xuan Huang Realm.
But what made Lin Fan feel awkward was that Wang Xiaoming was likely in for a lot of trouble.
Originally, only a few threads connected to Wang Xiaoming, but after a hundred years, ten thousand threads now linked to him.
Didn’t that mean Wang Xiaoming had provoked at least ten thousand Chosen Ones in these hundred years?
Thinking about Wang Xiaoming’s future misery, Lin Fan shivered involuntarily.
“Ding: A Thought, A Hundred Years completed.”
“Ding: The A Thought, A Hundred Years function removed.”
“What the hell?! How could it be removed?!”
Lin Fan had been happily thinking he had done something huge, but suddenly hearing the system’s prompt, he was completely stunned.
Was this even fair anymore?
The “A Thought, A Hundred Years” function was gone—how could he continue boosting the Xuan Huang Realm in the future?
What a scam. Truly a scam.
Lin Fan had never expected that “A Thought, A Hundred Years” was a one-time function, and the system hadn’t even mentioned it.
This… this…
Helpless.
At this moment, Lin Fan only had one thought: deep, profound helplessness.
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