On the isolated island, the golden pillar of light slowly contracted, flowing into Xia Ming's body like a receding tide.
The final trace of divine light gathered between his brows, forming a faintly visible Qilin Mark.
"That will do."
The God King Qilin Remnant Soul floated in midair, its form several degrees more transparent than before, as though it could scatter with the wind at any moment.
Releasing that divine pressure that had shaken the God Realm had clearly taken a heavy toll on him as well.
Yet his eyes shone with astonishing brilliance, and his spirits seemed even higher.
"Just now, I sensed quite a few familiar auras."
He looked toward the horizon, his gaze seeming to pierce through layers of space and see those old acquaintances who had survived to this day.
"Destruction, Life... and several other old fellows have all turned their attention here."
"If the Sea God personally moves against you, they will all protect you."
The God King Qilin paused slightly, lowering his voice with a trace of icy sharpness.
"But remember this well: it is easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow."
"Below the God Realm, within the rules, he has no shortage of petty tricks he can use."
Xia Ming bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Ancestor. I understand."
"There is no need to thank me. Helping you is helping myself." The God King Qilin shook his head slightly.
"This remnant of my soul has lingered on for hundreds of thousands of years solely to wait for someone capable of inheriting the God Position."
"Once you become a god, you must kill the Dragon God for me and settle this grudge."
"This is my only obsession."
Xia Ming raised his head, his eyes utterly fearless. "I will not