"What's your name? Would you be interested in becoming my personal disciple?"
O'Brien looked down at Linley, his eyes filled with delight.
A Rank 9 Warrior who had already comprehended the laws—and had comprehended them deeply.
He was destined to reach the Saint-level Limit in the future. He even had a good chance of becoming a god.
If he really did become a god, then O'Brien would have a companion for the next trip to the Gods' Tomb.
Usually, only Catherine and O'Brien entered the Gods' Tomb.
But the Gods' Tomb was simply too dangerous. So O'Brien and Catherine could only stay on the twelfth floor for ten years before leaving empty-handed.
For all these years, O'Brien had constantly wanted to obtain a Mid-God Godhead.
When he had first become a god by refining a Divine Spark, O'Brien hadn't believed that his potential was exhausted. He had always thought he might still improve.
But five thousand years had passed, and O'Brien's former ambition had long since faded.
After becoming a god by refining a Divine Spark, one could never grow stronger through cultivation for the rest of one's life.
Sometimes, O'Brien regretted his decision.
Back then, he had already been at the Saint-level Limit. Even without refining a Divine Spark, perhaps he might have had a chance to break through.
But O'Brien only let himself think about it.
Back then, Farn, his senior disciple from the same era, and Cesar, the King of Assassins, were still only at the Saint-level Limit.
Perhaps if O'Brien hadn't refined a Divine Spark back then, he would still only be at the Saint-level Limit.
In an instant, countless thoughts raced through O'Brien's mind.
But his gaze never wavered from Linley.
"Greetings, War God." Linley bowed slightly. "I'm Linley. As for becoming your disciple, I