"Level seventy-five..."
Xu Chengye stretched his limbs. What surged through his body was no longer a burning sensation, but an overwhelming force.
Xu Chengye lowered his head to look at the golden flames dancing in his palm. His voice trembled with excitement as he said to Shen Lian,
"Lian, I think... I've been chosen by the God of Fire of the God Realm!"
Only then did Shen Lian understand. No wonder that divine light had felt so familiar—it was the power of an inheritance connected to a First-Level God of the God Realm.
He stepped forward and patted his cousin on the shoulder.
"Congratulations."
Xu Chengye suddenly bowed solemnly.
"I should be the one thanking you. If not for the Immortal Herb and inner core you gave me, I would never have had the chance to draw the God of Fire's attention."
The young man's gaze was incomparably sincere as he said to Shen Lian,
"Cousin, I truly need to thank you properly."
Shen Lian smiled and waved it off, though ripples stirred in his heart.
Xu Chengye's inheritance might have been the foreshadowing of the divine war that the God King had mentioned.
What surprised Shen Lian even more was that half a month later, Zhu Zhuqing also encountered an opportunity of her own.
That night, Zhu Zhuqing was in the Cultivation Room, attempting to break through to Soul Saint, when a streak of dark-purple light suddenly flashed past the window and entered her brow.
When Shen Lian sensed the disturbance and rushed over, he saw dense dark shadow energy swirling around the girl. Her previously pitch-black eyes were now as deep as the starry sky, while a pair of dark-purple divine wings had unfurled behind her, their feathers speckled with tiny starlight.
"Brother Lian."
Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her