Dynasty world, sea of chaos.
Lin Han and Hongjun stood opposite each other, looking calmly at the prehistoric continent below.
Looking from here, the ancient continent is a vast and illusory dark starry sky, and looking from here, the ancient continent is like glowing dust.
"I didn't expect you to grow so fast. The human race is indeed the son of destiny." Hongjun said with emotion: "I underestimated your growth rate and didn't make up my mind to kill you at that time."
"Should I be glad?" Lin Han said.
The destruction Hongjun spoke of was the great handprint that descended from the sky when he opened the seal of the Nine Provinces. At that time, he had exhausted the human luck accumulated by the Nine Provinces' dragon veins for hundreds of years, and in response to the attack, he escaped with a serious injury.
After that, the seal on the human world was opened and the human race truly rose.
The last time Hongjun took action and took away Luohou's holy soul, and when Lin Han cut off one of his hands, the two of them were already qualified to be on equal footing.
This period was only a few decades.
In the real world, it's only a few short years.
"You should be thankful. Back then, in my eyes, you were just a stronger ant. I thought your ceiling was only comparable to the achievements of the past emperors. The best were no more than Fuxi, Shennong, and the Yellow Emperor. Back then, you weren't qualified to be a threat to me."
Hongjun expressed his thoughts calmly.
"It was not until humanity chose you and became one with you that I saw your growth. It was too late to kill you."
"Do you regret it?"
"I can't say I regret it. Perhaps this is fate. I want you to be the stepping stone for me to achieve the perfection of my destiny and the final tribulation of becoming a great saint."
"Really?" Lin Han smiled: "That's what I thought."
The two men suddenly became serious and murderous intent burst out.
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