"Help me advance to Half-God?"
Jiang Qiao looked at Mo Qingying and said, "This so-called Heavenly Human Realm of yours is only Eighth Tier. Although you have several centuries of accumulation, you've barely reached the peak of Eighth Tier."
"That old man from the Fan family was overjoyed when he heard I could help him advance to Ninth Rank."
"But you..."
"I'm just drawing him a pie, and you're drawing one for me too."
"At least the pie I drew is backed by some certainty. But the one you're drawing is a little too outrageous, old lady."
What was a Half-God?
It was the end of the Supernatural!
A miracle!
An absolute cliff!
A precipice!
The end of the road!
The highest peak a living person could reach!
Even though the Supernatural World was vast and populous, and its laws could be manifested, after a thousand years of countless geniuses being winnowed by the waves, only two had succeeded.
One was that Mysterious Person from Taoqiu.
The other was Venerable Yu of the Guangming Society.
There were many other Half-Gods, but they had all been born from the variables that emerged during the era of the Great Cataclysm.
As for these so-called variables...
They were actually nothing mysterious.
They were merely the result of the world's upheaval and fusion causing its laws to be more easily discovered, understood, and controlled.
The times created heroes.
Once everything had stabilized,
becoming a Half-God again would be harder than ascending to heaven.
That was why the figure from Taoqiu could intimidate all the heroes, and why Venerable Yu, despite being only a little over three hundred years old, was already renowned among Half-Gods, earning the respect even of the older generation.
In a certain sense,
Jiang Qiao's successful plot against Venerable Yu was