Summoned a God, But It Turned Out To Be Lin Qiye

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

Three hundred years.

Three thousand years.

Thirty thousand years.

The lighthouse's light grew weaker and weaker.

The evil black fog around grew thicker. The ancestral land had been swallowed up, and the densely packed evil demons surrounded Qin You.

"Give up! All your people have died, and the people of the lower realm will disappear in the long river of time. No one could escape fate!

"Many years ago, I also tried to escape fate. Now, I have become the most devout pathfinder. It is the stupidest thing to think I can surpass fate.

"According to your fate, you should die here. Don't struggle foolishly anymore.

"You can struggle for 30,000 years, but can you struggle for 3 million years? 300 million years? Under the erosion of the river of time, all talent and ideals will be obliterated into nothingness."