Watching God of Conspiracy grit his teeth in fury, Chen Shouyi merely sneered inwardly, then felt a pang of sadness.
Compared to the Tam World, humanity was far too weak.
In just three short years, humanity was already on the verge of its end, becoming a prize coveted by powerful gods. Even if they stopped God of Lightning in the end, so what? There was another "God of Lightning"—and perhaps many more.
Humanity's role in all this was that of a fish on the chopping block.
He gathered his thoughts and said in a low voice:
"Where is that place of the Old Gods you mentioned last time? I want to take a look!"
From what the other god had said, the Soul Essence he'd extorted last time had come from there. He felt there might be some opportunity waiting for him. And even if there were dangers and schemes, with his strength as it stood, nothing short of an entity with Medium Divine Power or greater could pose a threat to him.
Though the waters of the otherworld ran deep, as long as his luck wasn't too terrible, he was more than capable of making a place for himself there.
He had to admit that ever since learning of the prophecy of his death, he couldn't help but feel immense pressure. He was desperate to grow stronger.
God of Conspiracy paused, then kindly warned him, "That place is very dangerous. Many gods have gone in and perished."
In the past, He would naturally have wanted this human dead. But times had changed. Faced with a common enemy, He now hoped humanity would grow as strong as possible—strong enough, ideally, to drive off God of Lightning.
That way, a little shrimp like Him could survive in the cracks.
At those