"Kid Chen, I wasn't wrong about you. You're a good child who values loyalty and righteousness. What a pity—I've fallen so low now that I no longer have the power to keep you safe!" Qiongqi sighed.
By now, how could he not know that the divine tomb's appearance had never been about selecting an heir? It was simply one of Wind Lord's schemes.
Everything had been an act.
The purpose was to lure the most outstanding youths of the younger generation inside to seize treasures, then absorb them as human elixirs to nourish Wind Lord's decaying vitality and keep him in the state of a living corpse.
"Wind Lord, you are a mighty god, a figure who once stood high above the clouds. I never imagined that, just to cling to life, you would commit such despicable and shameless deeds. Are you still worthy of being called a god?" Qiongqi roared.
"So what if I'm a god? Gods fear death too! Having seen the most beautiful sights in the world, how could I bear to leave so easily?" Wind Lord mocked himself.
Back when he had first ascended to godhood and basked in boundless glory, he had thought everything in the world was beneath notice, and he had viewed life and death lightly.
But after living for too long, he had begun to fear death again, wanting to see more of the scenery along the road.
He had been grievously wounded in that battle, nearly dying. To preserve the final thread of vitality, he began cultivating an ancient forbidden art.
He retained only an exceedingly faint sliver of life force, then feigned his death and hid within the divine tomb, pretending to leave behind a Divine Treasure to lure Heavenly Prodigy Rank youths here to fight over it.
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