"You really refused the divine light? Are you planning to get through the Great War of the Nine Provinces like this? Hey, sister, did I hear that right?" Han Shanshan stared at me speechlessly, then tugged at Si Xiaoxian beside her. "Xian, hurry up and tell me—is there any way to avoid this Great War of the Nine Provinces? Can this god be killed? Can he?"
"Heh heh, of course he can. But killing a god isn't easy. You're not a High God, capable of destroying his godhead. Because his godhead exists, he'll receive divine protection and live on endlessly. Don't say I won't help my own disciples and descendants—given the conditions you have now, this definitely won't work." Si Xiaoxian pursed her lips.
I thought Si Xiaoxian's words, along with Grandma's and the Queen Mother of the West's, had all confirmed how difficult it was to slay a god. Their meaning was also crystal clear: I would most likely die in the Great War of the Nine Provinces. With our current conditions insufficient, this was practically an unsolvable problem.
"Then create the conditions! What do you mean, the conditions aren't enough? Xian, considering our relationship—and your disciple's descendant, Xia Yitian, respects you so deeply—aren't you going to hurry up and tell us what conditions we need?" Han Shanshan immediately pressed Si Xiaoxian.
"An orthodox-succession High God?" Sword Devil Master sucked in a cold breath and began sizing up Si Xiaoxian, stroking his chin. Si Xiaoxian rolled her eyes at him. "Junior, you're powerful in this realm, but your horizons are too narrow. Using this Little Immortal-Slaying Formation like that is a waste of a treasure. Hand it over to this immortal."
Sword Devil Master froze for a moment, then laughed. "Heh heh, you're merely an orthodox-succession High God who