Our Hopes May Be Slim, but That Doesn't Mean Everyone Else's Are

When Wang Dong saw him ask, she did not think much of it. With a thought, the soul power within her began to circulate.

The next moment, a pair of dazzling butterfly wings unfolded from behind her.

The wings were translucent, suffused with brilliant blue-gold light. Their edges were dotted with tiny specks of light, as though starlight flowed within them. They were breathtakingly beautiful.

"My Martial Spirit is the Radiant Goddess Butterfly!"

With a trace of pride in her voice, Wang Dong answered, "My soul power is currently at rank twenty-three."

Li Changqing looked at the beautiful pair of butterfly wings, fell silent for two seconds, then curled his lips into a meaningful smile. "Are you sure it's the Radiant Goddess Butterfly?"

Wang Dong froze for a moment and blinked her lovely blue eyes in confusion. "Of course. How could that be fake?"

Li Changqing smiled and did not press further, merely nodding. "All right. I understand."

He already had the answer in his heart.

If his guess was correct, this was probably Mu En's doing.

As for why Mu En had done this, it was most likely connected to that God King surnamed Tang up in the heavens.

It seemed that the other party already knew about his inheriting the Life Goddess and Destruction God's legacies.

He just did not know what that Sea God intended to do next.

Would he use his own daughter to win Li Changqing over and tie him to his chariot?

Or did he have some other plan?

Li Changqing leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head as he gazed at the ceiling, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

Whatever that Sea God wanted to do, Li Changqing would take it all in stride.

Meanwhile, in the girls' dormitory, the lighting was soft.

Jiang Nannan and Ye Guyi took hot baths one after the other.

The warm water washed away the dust and exhaustion of the journey, as well as some of the heavy emotions that had built up in their hearts over the past few days.

Jiang Nannan wore a white silk nightgown, her damp long hair draped over her shoulders. She looked even more delicate than usual.

Sitting on the edge of Ye Guyi's bed with her arms around her knees, she hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Sister Guyi... do you think we really have a chance of becoming gods?"

She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "Those are gods. As far as I know, throughout the history of the Soul Master world, there have only been a handful of people who became gods, right?"

It was no wonder she thought that way.

The last people to become gods had been the Shrek Seven Monsters led by Tang San and the two peerless geniuses of Spirit Hall, ten thousand years ago.

Since then, ten thousand years had passed. Countless geniuses had emerged, and countless powerhouses had fallen, yet no one had ever stepped into that legendary realm again.

She simply could not believe that, with her talent and background, she might truly have a chance to become one of the gods countless people dreamed of becoming.

Ye Guyi was seated before the dressing table, combing her pale golden hair.

When she heard the question, her hand paused slightly.

Then, looking at Jiang Nannan through the mirror, she smiled. "Why not? Others can reach it, so why can't we?"

Jiang Nannan looked up, hope and uncertainty in her eyes. "Really?"

Ye Guyi's smile stiffened before turning into a bitter one.

She set down her comb, turned around, and looked at Jiang Nannan as she said frankly, "Actually... I don't know either. Li Changqing was the one who told me that. He said that since the first Angel God and Sea God could successfully create their own divine positions, why couldn't we? We all have one head and two arms. How are we any worse?"

She paused, her tone gaining a touch of self-mockery. "At the time, I thought he made quite a bit of sense. But looking at it now... it seems I really was being too idealistic."

Jiang Nannan lowered her head, unconsciously twisting the hem of her nightgown between her fingers. Her voice was muffled. "Then doesn't that mean... our hopes are slim, almost negligible?"

Ye Guyi fell silent for a moment, then nodded gently. "Logically speaking, that is indeed the case."

Not to mention Jiang Nannan—even Ye Guyi herself, with her Sacred Angel Martial Spirit, had little confidence that she could replicate Qian Renxue's success from ten thousand years ago.

After all, Qian Renxue had had the entire Spirit Hall supporting her back then.

Most importantly, Spirit Hall possessed the Angel God's inheritance.

And what did Ye Guyi have?

She was all alone, with nothing at all.

If someone could become a god under such conditions, then gods would be far too cheap.

Jiang Nannan sighed softly, an indescribable sense of loss and helplessness rising in her heart.

If she could not become a god, then how would she revive her mother?

However, just then, Ye Guyi changed the subject. "But just because we have little hope doesn't mean others have no chance."

Jiang Nannan froze and looked up, meeting Ye Guyi's golden eyes.

A moment later, her pupils contracted as though she had understood something. She asked tentatively, "Sister Guyi, you mean... Changqing has a very high chance of becoming a god?"

Ye Guyi did not answer immediately.

She stood, walked to the window, pushed it open, and gazed at the bright moon in the night sky.

After a long silence, she finally spoke slowly, her tone carrying an unprecedented seriousness and certainty.

"If there truly is someone in this world who can become a god, then Li Changqing will definitely have a place among them."

She turned back to Jiang Nannan, her gaze firm and bright. "Or rather, he may be the only one."

Jiang Nannan stared at her blankly, unable to think of anything to say for a moment.

Though she had not known Ye Guyi for very long, she knew that Ye Guyi was never someone who praised others easily.

For her to give such a high evaluation showed that Li Changqing held far more weight in her heart than Jiang Nannan had imagined.

"So even if we ultimately can't become gods, we can wait until Changqing becomes one and ask him to help us fulfill our wish of revival?"

Jiang Nannan's eyes widened, and hope ignited within them once more.

When she, Bei Bei, and the others had still been Soul Elders, Li Changqing had already been a Soul King.

Coupled with his powerful and mysterious Xuanhuang Pagoda, his chances of becoming a god truly were beyond comparison to hers and Ye Guyi's.

"That's right."

After nodding in acknowledgment, Ye Guyi reminded her, "But we can't just sit around doing nothing. Even if we truly end up unable to become gods, we should at least help Li Changqing resolve most of his troubles before he becomes one. Otherwise, why would he help us in the future?"

"Yes, Sister Guyi, you're right. I understand. I'll cultivate diligently and make sure I don't hold you back!"

Jiang Nannan nodded seriously, her voice filled with determination.

Outside the window, the night breeze stirred gently, rustling the leaves.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, spreading a sheet of silver-white across the floor.