The Flower God was truly shaken.
Though she was only a mental imprint, a god was still a god, not someone a Soul Emperor could injure.
If this man could wound a god's mental imprint as a Soul Emperor, what would happen once he became a god?
Wouldn't he become another God King, or even another Dragon God of old-a being who surpassed the God Kings?
The longer the Flower God looked at Qin Jiuxiao, the clearer a certain memory became.
Over a decade ago, a golden orb of light had pierced through the Divine Realm. Countless gods had tracked its movements, hoping to obtain its power.
Even the Five Great God Kings had failed to stop that orb of light.
Could that orb of light have been the man before her?
The Flower God felt she had uncovered an enormous secret, and her gaze upon Qin Jiuxiao grew increasingly fervent.
She was still only a Second-Level God. Despite all her years of effort, she had never crossed the threshold to become a First-Level God.
The gulf between each divine rank was like a heavenly chasm. One First-Level God could suppress several Second-Level Gods at once.
Elsewhere, she was a lofty, exalted goddess, but in the Divine Realm, she was merely a fringe figure.
If she could get her hands on Qin Jiuxiao and devour him, her strength would surely make an enormous breakthrough.
Never mind becoming a First-Level God-she might even claim a God King's seat.
The Flower God looked at Qin Jiuxiao with undisguised greed.
Her gaze was like that of someone who had starved for three days and suddenly spotted a fragrant roast chicken, desperate to pounce on it and take a few bites.
Her stare made Qin Jiuxiao's skin crawl. He took two steps back in