When the Hualing Patriarch arrived before Wang Qi, piloting the Martial God's fleshly body and bringing several hundred God Generals at the immortal level, Wang Qi was quietly gazing at the distant planet.
He seemed to be in a rather good mood. He even greeted the Hualing Patriarch amicably. "Hello, fellow cultivator. From what I can see, this world is already beyond saving. Every individual has become a vessel for your divine power, correct?"
The Hualing Patriarch glanced at the black Beast Mechanism swarm behind Wang Qi. His eyes rolled wildly—this was how his race displayed panic. Transmitting vibrations through spiritual power, he said, "I failed to recognize Mount Tai before me. Could Senior spare my life?"
In theory, once he lost his human fleshly body, he would lose the memories associated with it. But he had already infiltrated Hai Ting's team more than ten days ago. That was enough time for him to refine some memories into the structure of his divine power.
It was like converting short-term memories into long-term memories.
The Hualing Patriarch understood the human language.
Wang Qi was somewhat puzzled. "What? Spare your life? No, no, how could that do?"
"Harming Senior's clansmen was because lard blinded my heart..." The Hualing Patriarch humbled himself greatly. He was not the sort who could not endure humiliation.
The fools who could not endure even the slightest humiliation would easily provoke enemies they should never have provoked over the course of their long lives.
That was not to say that bowing and scraping would prevent one from provoking enemies one should not provoke, but the odds were always a little lower.
Wang Qi shook his head. "Hey, why say something like that? Earlier, Fellow Cultivator wanted to make a deal with me, and I was indeed quite sincere.