Meanwhile, in Spirit City's Worship Hall.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other Enshrined stood guard outside, rather than within the main hall.
The sun hung high in the sky, yet the Worship Hall was dark inside.
Before the Angel Statue, Qian Daoliu clasped his hands together and prayed.
"Respected Angel God Ancestor," Qian Daoliu murmured, "I have been conflicted these past few days, and I have also been thinking."
"I have been thinking about why You were able to gather a group of sincere believers who willingly followed You. I believe it was not merely because of the compassion preserved within the angel bloodline, but also because You were the one and only leader back then—and a leader cannot possess compassion alone."
"If a leader possesses nothing but compassion, then at most, he can only reach the realm I have reached today."
"I remember Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect. He should have gone somewhere to receive a god's inheritance. I have kept wondering: whether he succeeded or not, why was he able to gain a god's favor? Could it be that my talent is inferior to his?"
"I think it is probably because I do not understand how to become a true leader. A true leader cannot merely speak of morality; he should instead follow a certain truth. It is rather laughable that a child was the one who told me this, even giving me a reason I could not refuse."
"Although I have always told Xiaoxue that the essence of this world is the survival of the fittest, I myself have been somewhat uncertain about it. I do not understand the true meaning of the survival of the fittest."
"But Xiaoxue is different. I went to see her before, and I sensed the changes in her. If