Chapter 825: The Puppeteer Behind the Scenes

Afterward, the chick and his three freak sons left with Purple Phoenix and the Dragon Ancestor God.

The three generations meeting naturally meant they had much to say, while Lin Fan was quite at leisure. Originally, he wanted the Divine Martial Dragon Queen to lead him around for a look, but she had been traumatized by Lin Fan's beating. The moment she saw him, she fled as if she had seen a ghost, impossible to stop.

"Sigh, when did I become so terrifying? Such a fine girl, and I've ruined her. A pity, truly a pity."

Lin Fan sighed and casually strolled through the Dragon Clan camp.

The Dragon Clan camp resembled a primitive tribe—unassuming on the surface, but inside, it was shockingly luxurious.

Watching the Dragon Clan members pass by one after another, Lin Fan felt a wicked impulse: to rob them all.

At that moment, Lin Fan felt he had made a grave mistake.

He should not have brought the chick back to reunite with his family first; instead, he should have robbed the entire Dragon Clan, stirred up immense resentment, and then brought the chick back. That would have been a sure thing.

But thinking about it now, it wasn't too late.

Aside from the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan, there were eight other races among the Ten Ferocious Beast Races. He could take this opportunity to explore them thoroughly and accumulate more Sun-Yang Pills. Then he could elevate the Xuanhuang Realm to its peak—that would be fantastic.

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He decided that once the chick had spent enough time with his family, he would take him along to rob others.

But for now, Lin Fan had to go back and study the Xuanhuang Realm properly.

With ten trillion Sun-Yang Pills in hand, there were two ways to use them.

One was "A Thought, a Century," directly activating a major cheat to rapidly enhance the overall strength of the Xuanhuang Realm.

The other was "Heaven-Sent Treasures," which would hide more secret realms or treasures in the Xuanhuang Realm for people to explore.

However, given the current situation, "A Thought, a Century" was the most important. Rapidly increasing strength would provide enough confidence to face the impending crisis.

Who knew when the Great Opening of All Realms would occur? In Lin Fan's view, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

He didn't seek to protect many; he only wanted to safeguard the Xuanhuang Realm.

Inside the room!

Lin Fan checked the situation in the Xuanhuang Realm. Everything was developing in a favorable direction for him.

Under the integration of the Sacred Sect, various major and minor sects had begun to converge, forming an alliance.

Wang Xiaoming, due to his special constitution, had attracted the ire of many Children of Destiny. For him, it was a time of both pain and joy.

Some Children of Destiny were tormented to death by Wang Xiaoming, while others tormented him, but each time, Wang Xiaoming came out ahead.

What a joyful life that was for Wang Xiaoming.

But the only thing Lin Fan wanted to know was whether, when all the Children of Destiny reached their peak, Wang Xiaoming would become the ultimate villain and be killed by a group attack.

"Xiaoming, you will be a great benefactor of the Xuanhuang Realm in the future," Lin Fan sighed inwardly. But with him around, even if Wang Xiaoming wanted to die, he wouldn't be able to.

"A Thought, a Century" meant that in the blink of an eye, the time flow in the Xuanhuang Realm would accelerate. To prevent worry, Lin Fan went to explain it to everyone.

Especially Xuan Yunxian—if he didn't show up for a hundred years, she would go crazy.

For Lin Fan, it was just a blink, but for the people of the Xuanhuang Realm, it would be a real hundred years.

"Sigh, if only I could improve my cultivation through training, that would be great."

Lin Fan envied this "A Thought, a Century" ability.

But to level up, he still needed experience. Without it, even sitting for a hundred years would be useless.

Zong Hentian now controlled the Sacred Sect, so Lin Fan had him recruit disciples—specifically those who had been screwed over by Wang Xiaoming.

After all, those people were Children of Destiny. Lin Fan had also asked the will of the Xuanhuang Realm.

He finally learned that for the Xuanhuang Realm's will to continue growing stronger, it had to create Children of Destiny to drive the world's progress.

After giving all the instructions, Lin Fan raised his finger, and countless Sun-Yang dragon-like streams surrounded him.

"A Thought, a Century."

In an instant, the void rippled, and the vast Sun-Yang dragons surged toward the Xuanhuang Realm.

This immense force nearly burst the Xuanhuang Realm apart.

Suddenly, a brilliant light flared. Due to the system, it forcibly absorbed all the Sun-Yang dragons, converting them into power to accelerate time.

Rustle!

Lin Fan noticed that everything before him had changed. A river of time floated in front of him, with countless threads on it, each thread tied to a living being.

These were the fates of the beings in the Xuanhuang Realm.

But now, pushed hard by Lin Fan, the puppeteer behind the scenes, countless people's fates underwent tremendous changes.

In that river of time, ten thousand threads connected to Wang Xiaoming. Curious, Lin Fan flicked his finger to open and examine one.

"Zong Hao, disciple of the Righteous Qi Sect, lifetime cultivation: Lesser Heaven mid-rank, lifespan: one hundred and three years, dies a violent death."

This was the original fate. But as time flowed, these words gradually dissipated, replaced by another fate.

"Zong Hao, disciple of the Righteous Qi Sect, fate changed upon meeting Wang Xiaoming, lifetime cultivation: Divine Heaven tenth rank, lifespan: eternal..."

Unexpectedly, because of his intervention, the fates of so many in the Xuanhuang Realm had changed.

But what embarrassed Lin Fan was that Wang Xiaoming was probably in for a world of trouble.

Originally, the threads connected to Wang Xiaoming weren't too many, but after a hundred years, they had multiplied to ten thousand.

Didn't that mean that in those hundred years, Wang Xiaoming had taunted at least ten thousand Children of Destiny?

Thinking of Wang Xiaoming's miserable days ahead, Lin Fan shuddered.

Ding: "A Thought, a Century" has ended.

Ding: The "A Thought, a Century" function has been removed.

"What the hell? How can it be removed?"

Lin Fan had been feeling pleased, thinking he had done something monumental, but suddenly hearing the system prompt, he was completely dumbfounded.

How was he supposed to get by now?

With "A Thought, a Century" removed, how could he give the Xuanhuang Realm a cheat in the future?

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

Lin Fan had never imagined that "A Thought, a Century" was a one-time function, and the system had never mentioned it.

This... this.

Helpless.

At that moment, Lin Fan had only one thought: profound helplessness.