Bie Biezi did not actually have much confidence in whatever plan Qin Yang had mentioned. The reason he had still agreed was simply that he did not want to die such a stifled, miserable death when the end came.
If he could take down a deity before dying, he would have made a profit.
If he could serve as an example and show everyone under heaven that divine authority could actually be seized and fused, allowing one to become a new deity oneself—
Then he would have hit the jackpot. Even if he died immediately afterward, he would feel that this life had been worth it.
Bie Biezi understood everything about the Tai Hao world better than Qin Yang did, whether inside the Un-permittable Realm or beyond it.
And if he succeeded, the greatest impact would fall upon those within the Un-permittable Realm.
The entire world revolved around deities.
Within the Un-permittable Realm, as long as a sect was strong enough, it could essentially be called a reserve sect for deities.
For example, within the Un-permittable Realm, there were sects centered around cultivating control over One Yuan Heavy Water. Even true geniuses perfectly suited to such cultivation might need more than ten thousand years to reach the Dao Lord level.
But that was only realm. No one had ever managed to condense a seventh level of One Yuan Heavy Water before death. Even the strongest experts of those sects, those most skilled at condensing One Yuan Heavy Water, could spend countless years and at most produce a few drops of sixth-level One Yuan Heavy Water.
Yet for the One Yuan Goddess, even if her true realm matched that of those sect experts, she only needed a few breaths to use sixth-level One Yuan Heavy Water to condense a water sphere