Forging a Golden Age, Inheritances of the Gods

Night had fallen deep.

Lin Chen returned to his room, but he did not immediately lie down to rest.

He pushed open the window, and the night breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, poured into the room. Moonlight spread across the desk like water. He sat by the window, holding that warm gray mark in his hand, his thoughts deeper than the night itself.

The scene of Qian Renxue coming to see him today still lingered faintly in his mind.

She had said she was relieved, that the Heaven Dou Empire needed a clear-headed ally.

But Lin Chen knew she had still put it too politely. Tang San had been taken away by the Lord of the Void Ruin. When that madman returned, he would definitely not target Lin Chen alone.

Everyone around him would become targets. He was confident he could protect them, but relying on himself alone, there would eventually be times when he could not be everywhere at once.

A thought suddenly came to him.

When he had been six years old, the five Divine Kings had descended upon Holy Soul Village and each left a strand of divine power within him. Those five strands had merged together and forged the foundation of his strength.

Then, if the Lord of the Void Ruin could grant Tang San power, why could the Divine Realm not grant power to more people?

If Void Ruin could arrange pawns and anchors in the mortal world, why could the Divine Realm not scatter more seeds among mortals?

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

The Golden Age. The Divine Realm could absolutely bring it about.

Lin Chen slowly tightened his grip around the mark in his palm, closed his eyes, and projected his consciousness toward that sea of stars.