Broken-Legged Robin's eyes were wide at this moment, and a sharp glint called wisdom flashed within them. Even his pig-like head couldn't block out that radiance.
"Becoming a god as a mortal is difficult, but also simple. As long as you possess a trace of divinity, you can absorb the wishes of all living beings. Accumulate them over time, and sooner or later, you can become a god."
"For the past twenty-five years, I've been devout. I've followed, hoped—but none of the gods in the heavens could give me what I wanted. Today, I don't want to return home safely. I want to become a god. If you agree, we'll cooperate."
"Deal!"
Zhang Yang patted Broken-Legged Robin's shoulder approvingly. Dealing with a smart man was just that simple.
He didn't truly want to become some God of Spears. His goal was to kill those two soul fiends and reap the benefits from them. Becoming a god was meaningless, and he would also risk being targeted and hunted down by the Godslayer. But with Broken-Legged Robin charging ahead, things were different.
Broken-Legged Robin had seen this point as well, which was why he had boldly made this request.
At this moment, the fellow swiftly pulled a small cloth pouch from inside his clothes. When he opened it, there was a kind of blue ash inside.
"Spear Jack, I don't know what methods you have for killing soul fiends, but I can help you block their first attack. I spent ten years collecting this."
"What is it?"
"Divine Ashes." Broken-Legged Robin raised his head and gave a ferocious smile. "I've studied them. These terrifying soul fiends have some special connection to the missing gods, so I took the liberty of collecting the divine descendants those gods left behind in the mortal world.