Shen Yuan fell silent, not immediately responding.
The value of what Yunmeng Dragon Lord offered could not be called low. One request meant Shen Yuan could ask for anything, even including insights into the incomplete Heavenly Dipper Grand Divine Ability.
But Shen Yuan knew full well that Yunmeng Dragon Lord must have had his own purpose in proposing this contest. That one request was definitely not something that could be fulfilled easily.
After considering it again and again, Shen Yuan asked,
"What exactly is your request, Dragon Lord?"
Yunmeng Dragon Lord laughed heartily. "For an Ascension Daoist, this is no difficult matter."
"Ten thousand years ago, I slew the eleven water gods who betrayed me. Only Woxuan, the water god of the Azure Billow River, escaped.
As the years passed, even the hatred in my heart toward Jidu Dragon Palace, which had plotted everything behind the scenes, gradually faded. Yet Woxuan alone remained my inner demon. More than half of the dragon sons in my Dragon Palace perished at his hands.
Because I once invested Woxuan with his title, throughout these ten thousand years I have often been able to sense his existence. By some means, he has clung to life and did not perish during the depletion of spiritual energy.
If I am fortunate enough to win this contest, I wish to ask the Daoist to act on my behalf and slay Woxuan!"
Slay Woxuan?
Hearing this, the corner of Shen Yuan's mouth could not help but twitch slightly.
Yunmeng Dragon Lord made it sound as light as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, but for Shen Yuan, this was absolutely a hell-level task.
Ten thousand years ago, Woxuan had already ranked first among the twelve water gods. He had even managed to escape from Yunmeng Dragon Lord's hands.