Zhao Linchuan turned sideways at that moment.
He looked over at the pillar of white light that had already begun to fade, his voice suddenly softening by a few degrees:
"Since I said it, that means I have absolute certainty."
"The person down there currently accepting the Sacrifice is not only my wife, but also the God Trial Candidate for the Angel God, and she holds the highest rank of God-Level Nine Trials."
He turned back, his tone decisive:
"I can responsibly say that as long as she does not waste her youth and cultivates step by step every day, before the age of thirty, she will definitely be able to step across that threshold and inherit the Godhood of the Angel God."
"Snow Empress," Zhao Linchuan tried to entice her, "you have existed for far, far too long."
"If nothing unexpected happens, there is simply no way you will be able to smoothly survive the next Heavenly Tribulation, right?"
Snow Empress did not speak, but her tightly pressed lips and the barely perceptible line between her brows already said it all.
Zhao Linchuan continued:
"Just as you said a moment ago, without the permission of the Divine Realm, no one can become a god."
"And Soul Beasts are forever barred from becoming gods precisely because of that fool, the Dragon God."
"Facing such a predicament, rather than struggling bitterly only to eventually turn into a handful of grey ash, it is better to hitch a ride on the Angel God's coattails and reach the heavens in a single bound."
"I can reveal a piece of information to you. The Soul Beast that just sacrificed not only brought my wife a Soul Ring and a Spirit Bone, but simultaneously bestowed upon her a vacancy for a Second Martial Soul."
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