Moreover, as his power gradually increased, Lin Ping'an's vision, or rather his perspective, changed as well.
He began to focus less on trivial matters and more on the future of the entire race and the direction of the entire civilization.
In other words, as long as it didn't interfere with Lin Ping'an himself, or what he wanted to do, he would not take any initiative to interfere, acting instead as an observer who overlooks everything.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.
A bull-shaped Beast King, towering several hundred meters high, suddenly halted and crouched to the ground.
At that moment, its consciousness became instantly muddled and in the blink of an eye, it found itself in a pitch-black consciousness space.
A few breaths later, as if awakening to some degree, the Beast King's thought body began to roar furiously.
