"Enough. That's all for today." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, his voice returning to its usual steady tone. "Ji Ye, go back and get some rest."
"Yes. Ji Ye takes his leave."
Ji Ye bowed respectfully, then turned and left the Worship Hall.
Night fell. Ji Ye sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind sinking into his spiritual sea.
Deep within his spiritual sea, seven enormous dragon shadows coiled. They were the seven Dragon Kings.
"Ji Ye," the Mountain Dragon King spoke first, his voice rumbling like thunder. "We've sensed the presence of two deities. Their power is ordinary enough; they should only be First-Level Gods."
Ji Ye understood. He didn't even need to think to know that Spirit City had only two divine inheritances: Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God and Qian Daoliu's Angel God.
"That's right." Ji Ye nodded. "One is the Rakshasa God, and the other is the Angel God."
The seven Dragon Kings fell silent for a moment. Then the Mountain Dragon King spoke, a hint of yearning barely detectable in his voice. "Ji Ye, if we can absorb divine power, our dragon souls will grow stronger. In the future... perhaps we'll have a chance to reshape our bodies and become gods!"
Ji Ye's heart stirred.
Reshape their bodies and become gods!
For the seven Dragon Kings, that was the lifelong obsession they could never let go.
He considered it, then asked, "If I take you to the Rakshasa God's inheritance site, are you confident you can defeat her divine sense?"
"The Rakshasa God?" The Mountain Dragon King gave a disdainful snort. "If the Rakshasa God herself were here, we naturally wouldn't dare. But it's merely an inheritance site. We, the Seven Great Dragon Kings, have nothing to fear from a mere divine sense."
At this, the