Inside the exquisite red brocade box,
lay a fifty-thousand-year Spiritual Skull and a sixty-thousand-year Emerald Sky Dragon torso bone.
Power seeped from the Spirit Bones, making everyone behind Xia Yan suck in a breath and stare wide-eyed.
Two Blood River Supreme Treasures.
Bibi Dong held the Papal Scepter, her rose-red eyes fixed on Xia Yan.
"Xia Yan, since Soul Masters first created history on this continent, you are the strongest and most talented person. I believe that even in another hundred thousand years, no one capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with you will appear."
"I know you will not join Spirit Hall, but should you have any needs in the future, Spirit Hall will offer its full support."
She had endured for twenty years for the sake of that grand plan.
Xia Yan was simply too terrifying. He likely already possessed the strength to contend with ordinary Titled Douluo. Given a few more years, he truly would become unbeatable.
If he were willing to stand on her side, then Qian Daoliu, the last person on the continent capable of threatening her, could be suppressed—
or even erased.
And if not, it did not matter. He could draw the attention of the entire continent.
Her great plan was nearly complete. When the time came, she would become a god.
No matter how powerful a mortal was, before a god, they were still ants, incapable of stirring up any waves.
Xia Yan accepted the red brocade box.
"I will."
Those three words filled everyone who heard them with complicated thoughts.
What did he mean, "I will"?
What was "I will" supposed to mean? Wasn't that far too presumptuous? That was the Pope...
But on second thought, was Xia Yan truly being presumptuous by saying that... It did not seem so...
Bibi