"Heh, the world has underestimated me too much. I am the supreme god of the God Realm!"
As the High Priest's voice rang out, the nine blue-gold divine rings above Tang San's head began to tremble. The divine power within his body also erupted into chaos, completely beyond his control.
"Pfft!" Tang San's own boiling divine power battered his body from within, severely injuring him at once. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned deathly pale.
The Unfixed Storm he had unleashed dispersed before it could even reach the High Priest.
After the turbulence subsided, the divine power within Tang San finally calmed down. Yet strangely, he could no longer control it.
It was as if the divine power within him belonged to someone else and had nothing to do with him.
Tang San looked utterly drained. Supporting himself with the Trident in one hand, he weakly dropped to one knee.
"What exactly did you do to me?" Tang San looked at the sinister-faced old man before him, a thread of despair rising in his heart.
He had yet to kill Jiang Chen. His great vengeance remained unavenged. Was he really going to die here?
And be devoured by someone else—his flesh and blood, his cultivation—leaving not even dregs behind.
The High Priest licked his lips and slowly walked up to Tang San. His expression was somewhat nostalgic, yet also seemingly proud. "Since ancient times, the God Realm has had an evil method by which new gods devour old gods. This method was once extremely widespread. Many old gods were devoured by the successors they had painstakingly raised, becoming nourishment for others.
"Later, anyone who used this method to improve their cultivation would be sentenced to death by the Council. Only then did people gradually stop