"Is what you said true?" The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King was clearly somewhat doubtful.
The only one capable of resurrecting it was probably a god, yet Jiang Chen obviously was not one.
"Just tell me whether you're willing or not." Jiang Chen remained calm.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King gritted its teeth. "As long as you can bring me back to life, I swear I'll obey whatever you say."
Jiang Chen smiled. "That's more like it. You'll soon gain new power. Savor it."
As his words fell, the phantom formed from the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's obsession was sucked into his mind.
At that moment, it felt its body again. It had truly been reborn.
Jiang Chen returned the way he had come. Some memories suddenly appeared in his mind—the memories of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King possessed a million years of cultivation. Although it had not lived for a million years, it had still existed for several hundred thousand years.
There were two paths for soul beasts to become gods. One was to take human form upon reaching one hundred thousand years of cultivation, then become a god through human methods.
The other was to continue cultivating in the form of a soul beast. Once it reached a million years of cultivation, it would become a god.
It had cultivated for several hundred thousand years and had finally attained a million years of cultivation, becoming the strongest soul beast in the sea. It only needed to take one more step to condense a godhood and ascend as a god.
But to its despair, the Sea God gave it no such chance, sending an inheritor to take its life, soul ring, and soul bone.
Several hundred thousand years of cultivation