"You sure aren't modest, kid!"
Liu Bai said nothing, merely looking at him.
The God of Fire laughed enough, then straightened up and crossed his arms, his blazing gaze fixed on Liu Bai.
"That's right. I've taken a liking to you, so you should be secretly delighted, kid."
Then he put on a strange expression.
"Also, how did you become this strong? It's truly strange. You're clearly only a Soul Saint, yet your soul is already comparable to that of an ordinary God Official."
He had also sensed the Dou Qi within Liu Bai's body. It was a power completely different from Soul Power, and it was immensely vast—far vaster than the Soul Power within him.
In his view, Liu Bai's true strength was probably already greater than that of an ordinary Limit Douluo. It was truly bizarre. How had he become this strong?
Could it be something like a soul traversing worlds and reincarnating while retaining the cultivation techniques and memories of a past life?
Such cases were not unheard of, merely rather rare.
He had almost no doubt that Liu Bai, relying solely on his own power, would inevitably ascend to the God Realm in the future and become a Deity in his own right.
But with such exceptional talent, it would be far too wasteful if he did not take him in early.
This kid cultivated the Path of Fire as well. They were practically fated to meet.
He had long since grown sick of this damned God Realm and had wanted to slip away for ages.
However, bound by the rules of the God Realm, those who possessed divine positions could not leave the God Realm at will.
Once he threw away the divine position in his hands and found a way to get rid of