Jia Xiu had heard for the first time that ascending to godhood required a ritual.
But thinking about it, that did make sense.
Movies and games seemed to have some process like that. Becoming a god really did sound like something that needed a sense of ceremony.
"You never told me."
In the laboratory, Jia Xiu and Justina stared wide-eyed at each other.
"You never asked."
Justina answered with complete seriousness.
"Is this thing complicated?"
Jia Xiu was now worried that she would suddenly bring up some impossibly complicated and difficult condition—the kind that sounded like a nine-in-ten chance of death, and that would take decades even if it could be accomplished.
She should have said so earlier. If he had known, he would not have considered relying on his own team to explore a new plane. He would have just sent in those professionals who were utterly fearless of death. Between not getting all the results and waiting a very, very long time to maybe get all the results, he would choose the former without a moment's hesitation. At Jia Xiu's question, Justina grew serious.
"This is rather complicated."
Jia Xiu's brows drew tightly together as well.
"Tell me exactly how complicated."
He had already started weighing backup plans. The way this sounded, the original plan was about to go down the drain.
Justina sat cross-legged and said solemnly.
"To become a god, one must first accomplish a great deed capable of changing the world, proving that one possesses the qualifications to ascend to godhood and transcend the limits of a mortal body..."
"Wait."
Jia Xiu felt that this was already enough.
"A great deed capable of changing the world means...?"
"For example, stopping a world-ending crisis, founding a new system of magic, saving millions upon millions of lives,