Now, more than thirty years have passed, and this person's aura, under the worship of the increasingly powerful Federation citizens, has been tainted with a trace of impurity.
At this rate, Li Yingtian might not last more than a thousand, ten thousand years before he falls completely into the abyss, corrupted by the thoughts of the masses, descending into chaos, with no chance of redemption.
Before that, having received the final gift from the Four Great Divine Masters, Li Yingtian remains the Federation's last defense in the Great Universe.
A thousand, ten thousand years...
This "time," is it left by Marshal Ji for himself, or for Ji Jingqiu?
After a thousand, ten thousand years, no matter who returns or who rises, the Federation will no longer need Li Yingtian.
Thinking of all things related to Marshal Ji, Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
——Seven becoming Saints is not as good as one achieving Transcendence.
