In the Temple of Destruction, purple-black divine lightning of destruction snaked between the massive stone pillars beneath the dome. In sheer imposing grandeur, the Temple of Destruction stood apart among the temples of the God Kings.
Qian Xunji crossed the dark black-stone floor and stopped in the center of the hall.
Above him, on the divine throne, the God King of Destruction was shrouded in a voluminous purple-black cloak. Most of his face lay hidden in shadow, leaving only his dark-red eyes visible as they fixed on Qian Xunji.
"You do have some talent," the God King of Destruction finally said.
It sounded like an offhand compliment, but his tone held little admiration. Instead, it carried suspicion and scrutiny.
As one of the Five Great God Kings of the God Realm Committee, he naturally knew where the bottlenecks lay for mortals cultivating in the lower realm.
A mortal who had received no godhood inheritance and had relied solely on finding his own way had actually forced his way up to the half-step God King realm in just over a decade.
Such a speed of cultivation could hardly be brushed aside with a simple "exceptionally gifted."
Under that probing gaze, Qian Xunji's expression remained unchanged.
Qian Xunji cupped his fists and bowed slightly toward the throne above, saying:
"Sorry for the trouble, big brother, coming up here so abruptly. But time really is pressing-the fire is already singeing my eyebrows. I hope you can step in for me this once and ward off a disaster."
At those words, the God King of Destruction leaned forward slightly beneath his cloak. A rare flicker of interest passed through his blood-red eyes.
"Oh?" The God King of Destruction tapped the armrest of his divine throne twice.
"With your current strength as a half-step God