The Lion Opens Its Mouth Wide

"Uncle Sage Master, go back first and discuss this properly with the seniors of Langya Sacred Land." Zhang Yang turned serious. "The Divine Dao founded by my master places little emphasis on method.

"Therefore, whether they are willing to accept the Investiture of the Gods is of utmost importance.

"If even they themselves are unwilling, then the Investiture of the Gods has a very high chance of failing.

"When that time comes, not only will my master's Divine Power be wasted and his cultivation depleted, it will also affect the friendship between us.

"Deep down, we all hope the Investiture of the Gods can succeed, but we must also accept that unforeseen circumstances may arise.

"Therefore, even if the Investiture of the Gods ultimately fails, there must be no further complaints.

"Otherwise, there is no need to continue discussing this matter."

The Sage Master nodded. He was taking this matter seriously as well.

He understood very clearly that if this matter was handled well, Langya Sacred Land's strength would not decline in the slightest. Instead, it would soar dramatically.

After all, if those old ancestors whose lifespans had run out remained in their current state, they would at most retain the strength for a single battle.

But after the Investiture of the Gods, they could essentially be said to be living on as another kind of lifeform.

The difference was simply enormous.

"Also, give us one of the two Late Tribulation Realm cultivators. As for those in the Dao Integration Realm, it does not matter," Zhang Yang continued.

The Sage Master was speechless. He said irritably, "I am not you. Since I promised to give you half, I will certainly divide it equally."

As for those he had secretly hidden away, he had never agreed to share those, so naturally