As the immense providence of the God Realm poured into his body, Zhao Fu could almost sense the Divine Race Supreme Imperial Star in the sky. It was no longer like before, when he could sense only the faintest trace of it.
God Kerr's providence was immensely vast. It was as though Zhao Fu had planted a seed within him, and that seed had now grown into a great tree, granting Zhao Fu abundant returns.
Unfortunately, there was still a short distance before the Divine Race Imperial Star could awaken. However, now that God Kerr's providence was flowing into him, even if Zhao Fu did not become the Lord of Gods, he still had a chance to awaken the Divine Race Imperial Star. He only needed a portion more of the God Realm's providence.
The pure black godhead Zhao Fu held was God Kerr's Myriad Gods Godhead. It contained powerful Power of Myriad Gods. This Power of Myriad Gods was only slightly weaker than Zhao Fu's own, and was still exceedingly terrifying.
Zhao Fu had seen with his own eyes just how terrifying the Power of Myriad Gods God Kerr had unleashed earlier was.
If he fused this godhead into his body, the Power of Myriad Gods would definitely complete its final metamorphosis and become true supreme power.
However, Zhao Fu did not intend to fuse it now. He wanted to use it together after obtaining the power of a God Lord. At that time, the Power of Myriad Gods would become even more terrifying—very likely beyond Zhao Fu's imagination.
After carefully putting away the godhead, Zhao Fu turned his gaze to God Kerr's corpse.
God Kerr's corpse lay there now, his face carrying a trace of unwillingness, fury, hatred, and pain. Over these ten years, he had been a