"Exactly. Otherwise, how would we know what happened?" Little Immortal Si Xiao put on an expression that said she knew nothing. I fell into thought. Her meaning was clear: among these divinehood possessors, one of them would be a true god. If that true god were sealed away, the Nine Provinces War would end!
I was thrilled, but part of the news had not been transmitted telepathically. The others were completely baffled, yet Sword Devil Master had taken an interest in the true godhood theory. Seeing how silent he was, I knew he had come to the same conclusion.
"Otherwise, if only one divinehood possessor from each realm went up, wouldn't everything become a mess? Choosing so many to go up also seems like an attempt to cover something up. That was how it was when I went up back then. One of my good friends, a divinehood possessor from this realm, turned out to be this realm's god. Tell me, isn't that ironic?" Little Immortal Si Xiao said, her emotions complicated.
"Didn't he look after you and help you become a god?" My heart sank, but I soon understood why Little Immortal Si Xiao's emotions had become so complicated. So many of her relatives and friends had all vanished in the great war, and the instigator had been that very friend. Should she have been grateful to him, or furious?
"So many of my friends couldn't come up with me, and they all died. How do you expect me to accept that? You idiot." Little Immortal Si Xiao pouted angrily. I hurriedly put on a bitter expression and said, "This junior spoke out of turn. I beg the great God of the Dao Lineage for forgiveness."
"Forget it. He had his difficulties, and I had my persistence. But in