A Thousand Years
"Let's make a deal. How about it?"
Jiang Lin's words slowly echoed through the Divine Realm.
"A deal? What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"
The God King tilted his head, looking at Jiang Lin with confusion and amusement.
Jiang Lin raised his head and glanced at the sky, letting out a sigh:
"Since ancient times, the myriad races and the divine race have fought without cease.
I can't truly kill the divine race.
Likewise, the myriad races will never willingly become slaves.
Since what your divine race seeks is that kind of boring amusement, I want to completely sever the Divine Realm from the Lower Realm.
After that, the Divine Realm will belong to the Divine Realm, and the myriad races will belong to the myriad races.
However, the divine race may establish Divine Temples in the Lower Realm.
The divine race may answer the people's wishes, or ignore them altogether.
If the people trust and worship a certain god,
then that god will obtain the people's Wish Power.
The divine race can rely on Wish Power to cultivate."
"Wish Power, is it?"
The God King thought for a moment, looking at Jiang Lin with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"But Jiang Lin, something like Wish Power is dispensable to our divine race.
That's because the cultivation of the divine race is extremely limited.
For many gods, the upper limit of their realm has been destined from the moment they were born.
Moreover, for gods who possess eternal lifespans,
the desire for cultivation isn't particularly strong."
"So what?"
The corner of Jiang Lin's mouth curved upward.
"If you protect cultivators or ordinary people of the myriad races, and the myriad races believe in you, you'll obtain Wish Power.
Besides,