Countless timepieces turned beneath the throne.
At a certain moment the Boundless True God suddenly lifted his head.
“Zhao Xing has been here for eighty realm-years.”
Eighty years was the timepoint the Boundless True God had set, because he had a vague feeling that eighty years after Zhao Xing cultivated the Mingli Shadowless Method there would be a result.
Whether it would be success or failure he could not say for certain.
Even a Fate Master could not foretell fixed futures, but the Boundless True God could be sure that after eighty years there would be an outcome.
“Let’s take a look.”
The Boundless True God raised his head and stared; in his eyes Zhao Xing’s territory, the Tianji Divine Continent of his fief, reflected like a scene in a mirror.
On the surface of the material river Zhao Xing had already thinned down to a mere illusory shadow.
“It’s come to the critical moment.”
The Boundless True God watched.
He had once perfected the first layer of this secret method himself, but the Mingli Shadowless Method was indeed difficult; he had spent twice the effort to succeed.
Still, he had only practiced the first layer.
Soon after he became a True God, he no longer needed to use divine concealment to hide from tribulations.