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One month.
Lin Hao had been in seclusion for a whole month.
However, for cultivators, a single month was incredibly brief.
Over this month, the nations of the Western Regions had all submitted, and the formidable combat strength of Earth's people swept through the Upper Realm Plane like a whirlwind.
For a time, countless empires trembled with fear.
Many of them released the captured Earthlings and even sought to make peace with the Earthlings.
Yet there were many empires that had killed too many Earthlings and were determined to fight to the bitter end with them.
They gathered at Central Divine Mountain, looking to contact the Divine World, requesting a god to descend to the lower plane to deal with Lin Hao.
These matters were of no concern to Lin Hao.
He had created a war chariot and also thoroughly studied the Qimen Dunjia that he could gather.
Next, he planned to venture into the sandstorms of the Bitter Realm, slowly uncovering their secrets.
