Titan's faith...
At the thought of this, the Undead Celestial God was overcome by extremely complicated emotions.
He had set his sights on Andrew early on and knew that the other party must be plotting some enormous benefit, but he had never expected the benefits to be so plentiful.
The Emerald Dream, that legendary alchemical universe, along with the enormous Mental Channel codes of the Moon Elf civilization, was entirely comparable in value to the Empress Xi's Infinite Death Channel.
Such a huge slice of the pie had already exceeded his imagination, yet he discovered that the benefits went far beyond this.
Demon Lord Borton and the vast Abyssal forces behind him, as well as the terrifyingly talented natives behind the mysterious Little Lord—every one of them was something that even top Celestial Gods coveted, especially the latter.
The example from earlier had made him realize just how astonishingly valuable those little fellows were.
The Titan race had always wanted to restore its ancient glory. Almost everyone knew this!
After all, for an exceptionally gifted race to remain unrecognized as a royal clan among the Federation's myriad races had become an obsession in the hearts of most Titan families, especially those older Titans who had followed the Third Lord.
What they yearned for was an Emperor Bloodline!
Back then, the Third Lord had used his status as a pure-blood descendant as bait, winning the allegiance of more than eighty percent of the Titan families. His influence had been so immense that even the Elven Royal Clan had hardly dared to underestimate him.
Yet even during that golden age, the Titan race had still failed to become a royal clan. Aside from the Third Lord becoming a Celestial God, the other reason was that he had failed to fulfill his promise