"Hoo—"
Di Tian let out a long breath, forcefully suppressing the turmoil churning in his chest.
"So the God Realm will not obstruct the senior's successor from becoming a god, correct?"
"Correct." The God King Qilin nodded slightly, a hint of pride showing between his brows.
"Among the gods of the God Realm, quite a few are on good terms with me. Once my successor appears in the world, they will naturally look after him."
A glint flashed through Di Tian's eyes.
"Senior." He took half a step forward. "May we take part in his path to godhood...?"
"If he can truly inherit your God Position in the future, perhaps there will be a chance to break the shackles set by the Dragon God."
"We do not ask for certainty. We only wish to pave part of the road for him and gamble on a possibility."
His gaze shifted to Xia Ming, who had remained quietly standing to the side, yet his words were still directed at the God King Qilin.
"We will be responsible for his safety on the continent. His enemies will be our enemies."
"Even the Soul Rings he requires..." Di Tian's voice suddenly sank, faint dragon might flowing around him as though it were tangible.
"I will obtain them for him personally."
The God King Qilin did not answer at once. Instead, he turned to look at the silent youth beside him.
"Xia Ming," he asked, "this concerns you. What do you think?"
Xia Ming's eyes shifted slightly. Light and shadow flickered through them for a moment before he finally nodded.
"Fine."
The moment those two words fell, Di Tian's eyes burst with blazing light.
It was as if, in an endless night, he had finally glimpsed the faint glow of dawn.
"Good." He spoke decisively.