The world has changed dramatically.
Time goes by.
In the blink of an eye, the old friends are now nothing but dust.
This feeling is not something that ordinary people can understand.
But Ye Han also knew it.
The path of cultivation is to fight for one's life against the will of heaven.
No one can guarantee a smooth journey, not even himself.
.......
Time is like a torrent, rolling away.
Before we knew it, another hundred years had passed.
During these hundred years, Ye Han has been constantly fighting.
Under his leadership and that of powerful gods like An Tuo, the situation in Xihuangzhou was completely reversed.
Now, more than 50% of the territory in the entire Western Emperor Continent has been taken back by them.
And as Ye Han’s alchemy skills continue to improve.
The number of pills being refined is also increasing.
In the end, more and more people became gods.
A hundred years.
The entire Western Emperor Continent has added nearly twenty more gods again. Now with them, the number of gods in the entire Western Emperor Continent has reached nearly forty, and is still increasing.
.......
Xihuangzhou.
In a vast starry sky.
Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a feeling of helplessness appeared on his face.
"Failed again?"
Ye Han smiled bitterly.
During these hundred years, as his strength continued to increase, he also began to try to become a god.
But every time.
Before he could even start, an extremely terrifying force of heaven would appear in the sky and blast away his aura. This was the eighth time this had happened.
Although with Ye Han's current strength, this injury is not fatal.
But in this way.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to become a god.
Now he finally understood the meaning of what Qingxu had said.
The more extraordinary the talent, the harder it is to become a god.
Especially him.
It is almost impossible to become a god.
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