Super Resolution System

Chang Wushi thought that it wouldn't take long for him to exact his revenge with Lin Yaoyang's help. His spirit and Qi had changed.    

    

Although if he wanted Lin Yaoyang to take revenge for him, no matter what... Lin Yaoyang needed to reach the Martial Saint Level, perhaps it would still take him a few decades. However, if he wanted Chang Wushi to recover his strength, the difference in time would be huge.    

    

After all, Lin Yaoyang had started cultivating from scratch, and had been striving bravely all the way. If he were to guide him from the side, his cultivation speed would naturally become even faster.    

    

Although Lin Yaoyang was from the Homo Clan and Chang Wushi was from the Demon Race, there was a huge difference between humans and demons. However, in the path of cultivation, the final result would always be the same. Furthermore, Lin Yaoyang was in such a small place. Obviously, he didn't need to know much about it. His comprehension ability was sufficient. He only needed to give him some suggestions in the big direction.    

    

After all, he was an Eighth Grade Martial Saint Level, and he had been immersed in the Martial Saint for countless years. That kind of experience and experience could be considered something that couldn't be exchanged for a thousand gold coins.    

    

On the other hand, if he were to wait until he recovered his previous strength, he would have lived for several hundred years. Although the lifespan of the demon race was long, Chang Wushi could no longer be considered young.    

    

It was naturally not that simple to recover his strength. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was far away. Furthermore, an Eighth Grade Martial Saint couldn't be recovered just by replying to him. It was even possible that Chang Wushi wouldn't be able to return to the Martial Saint Level for the rest of his life. Not to mention an Eighth Grade Martial Saint.    

    

It was a fact that one's talent and potential could not be underestimated when advancing to the Martial Saint. However, there was another thing that couldn't be missed, and that was luck.    

    

In the past, there were so many Martial Saint Level experts in the world. Any one of them would definitely have a fortuitous encounter. They would be able to change the fate of their lives, allowing them to turn over a new leaf and become a proud son of heaven.    

    

Although there were also some people who could break through to the Martial Saint Level step by step, those were the minority. Advancing to this level by relying on one's own hard work was often not the best method.    

    

Most of the time, it required that kind of opportunity. Sometimes, even a single thought could bring him a sublimation of his thoughts, allowing him to advance to the next level.    

    

Chang Wushi naturally understood this principle. Therefore, although Chang Wushi was thinking about revenge in his heart... He had to take revenge, but the process of taking revenge was absolutely not something that he had to restrain himself to complete.    

    

Borrowing the hands of others might be easier. To Chang Wushi, relying on himself to recover his strength and eliminate all his enemies was the most undesirable method.    

    

This method was the lowest priority in Chang Wushi's heart.    

    

"I hope you won't disappoint me! If you can help me complete this task, I won't treat you badly! I will give you a fortune that you will never dream of! Do your best! Lin Yaoyang!"    

    

Chang Wushi silently said in his heart. The way he looked at Lin Yaoyang also changed slightly. He no longer looked like he was at the beginning. His eyes were somewhat distant no matter what.    

    

Chang Wushi was already thinking about how to build a good relationship with Lin Yaoyang. What was the character of this young man? Currently, it seemed that he was still very good. He would never be soft-hearted. He would never kill the innocent and distinguish right from wrong. This was what Chang Wushi valued the most.    

    

Chang Wushi also found it funny in his heart. Since when had he, Chang Wushi, fallen to the point of trying to please others? He thought about his life. When he was young, he was worthy of being called the son of heaven in his clan. He had been sweeping across the world, and had never met anyone who was inferior to him.    

    

When he was young, he was even reputed to be a Demon God in the future, and he would definitely be the one who would dominate the Demon Realm. In fact, Chang Wushi had already done it, and had become an Eighth Grade Martial Saint. Although the higher the realm Chang Wushi reached, the more certain he was. In the entire Demon Realm, there was absolutely no one as calm as he looked on the surface.    

    

There was definitely a turbulent undercurrent underground. Chang Wushi was certain that there was definitely a mighty demon who was even stronger than him in this world. Moreover, there were more than one of them. There were quite a few of them that he could feel.    

    

Furthermore, each of them had surging Qi and blood. Clearly, they were in a powerful state. He, Chang Wushi, was already an Eighth Grade Martial Saint. There was actually someone above them. What level would that be? He had already made some calculations in his mind just by thinking about it.    

    

Therefore, when Chang Wushi's cultivation base rose, he no longer looked as flamboyant as when he was young. Instead, he began to disappear without a trace.    

    

He tried his best to not expose himself outside and focused on his cultivation. He wanted to find a way to continue improving himself. At the same time, he wanted to warn the younger generation in his clan. He must not act arrogantly in the outside world because of his own reasons. What Chang Wushi was afraid of was that these ignorant juniors might not know the immensity of heaven and earth. He might be able to escape death if he provoked a few Great Gods of that level. But wouldn't the entire clan be destroyed?    

    

Although Chang Wushi didn't know which race the few powerful beings that he had sensed belonged to, he was sure that it didn't mean that these movements were very lively and flamboyant.    

    

Chang Wushi didn't dare to look down on those clans that kept a low profile. Who knew if they had a powerful Titled Fighter Level ancestor?    

    

Those kind of experts were going to search for the realm that was beyond their reach.    

    

A Titled Fighter Level didn't have so many different levels. There was no difference between the first and the ninth grade!    

    

He could only reach the sky in a single step! If he could take another step forward in the Titled Fighter Level! He would be able to form a Martial God Body! He would truly be able to dominate this world.    

    

However, it had been many years since a Martial God appeared in this world. In Chang Wushi's heart, he had no idea how many Titled Fighters existed in this world.    

    

However, he was very clear about how many Martial God there were, because there wasn't a single one!    

    

If he could become a Martial God, it would be a good thing for the person who created the Martial God Body, but for the other living beings in this world, it wouldn't be a good thing.    

    

It could even be said to be a disaster.