At this moment, Lan Erman and all the other powerful beings, after observing this battle, had gone to hold a meeting to assess the race's potential.
Only some Low Gods and a large number of temporarily residing low-level powerhouses remained, standing in the vast, expansive stone plaza.
Could they join? Watching those big shots leave and hearing what the Lizardman had said, the people nearby were also looking at them with slightly heated gazes.
This was no longer a matter of whether it was awkward or not.
Even with their limited knowledge, they could see how terrifying such power was. Those were laws, which meant that this civilization possessed, at the very least, a Dao Attainer-level extraordinary system.
In this mythological world, the boundless Abyssal Blue Divine Domain was far too powerful and alluring to low-bloodline beings like them. This was already a rare opportunity, one worth taking risks for.
"Impossible. The number of Magical Girls is limited. There are fewer than ten Magical Girl inheritances, and these ancient inheritances will choose those they favor," Bhikkhu, the little magical pet, said as he floated through the air.
An inheritance would choose the girl it favored on its own?
That was a refusal.
Faith in the High Tower World was limited.
It was like creating stars; traffic was limited.
Every Incense God would carve up a vast share of faith traffic. It was incomparably precious—how could they casually hand out the limited "positions of Incense God"? The people around them paused, then revealed looks of understanding.
How could such powerful strength be everywhere?
Even Lan Erman's genius disciple nearby could not help thinking, So it really is an inheritance of sacred fire, an extraordinary civilization system passed down generation after generation. There are actually fewer than ten inheritance slots?
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