An inexplicable sense of danger made every hair on Jiang Feng's body stand on end.
He only ever felt this way when facing a power that was impossible to overcome—a power far beyond his own.
Jiang Feng knew it: the true challenge had arrived!
The godhead slowly lowered its head, its featureless face turning toward Jiang Feng.
"The Evil God has come. The rest must be left to you."
Jiang Feng froze. He knew that the one speaking was not the godhead, but the remnant divine infant Ji Wujin had left within it.
"Me?" Jiang Feng pointed blankly at himself. "With my strength, contend against the Evil God?"
The godhead spoke. "Your current strength, of course, cannot."
"Which is why you must accept my inheritance."
"While I still lived, I was defeated by the Evil God. Now, as a mere wisp of remnant divine infant, I am even less able to oppose him."
"Now, you must accept the inheritance of the God of Mercy's godhead."
"Sit upon the throne!"
Jiang Feng hesitated. He glanced at Master Chongbi and the other two, who still had their eyes closed as they received the protection of the Heavenly Dao. Then, gritting his teeth, he sat on the throne.
In Jiang Feng's view, all four of them should have had a chance to receive the godhead's inheritance.
But time waited for no one. He was the only one who could step forward now.
The instant Jiang Feng sat upon the throne, the godhead transformed into dense golden radiance and shot directly into his body.
Jiang Feng felt something—an indescribable sensation.
He felt like a tiny ant, while an elephant was being forcibly stuffed into his body.
And somehow, his body was able to accept it all!
It was not painful, yet it inspired even