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With a renewed savings, he returned to his own timeline.
Rejuvenated, Magaras began to retreat into seclusion to resume his cultivation.
Ten thousand years.
Hundred thousand years.
Unknown how much time had passed.
Magaras finally felt strong enough to leave this land in search of his old enemies.
"All these years, I've been refining defensive techniques, my defensive power is adequate!"
"I don't need to consider offense!"
"As long as they can't kill me, each of their attacks reduces their lifespan by one, while my attack power is maxed out."
Magaras understood his combat strategy well: become a punching bag, let them hit him while storing savings.
But when he found the civilization that destroyed his hometown, he discovered they had already perished.
"Forty thousand years ago, they were already on the path to Sixth Tier destruction?"
"I didn't get a chance to kill them, and yet they died."
