Li Tianheng sighed, and the private room fell silent for a moment.
A god's physical body being destroyed already meant they were weaker than their enemy.
So much time had passed; the chances of survival were extremely low.
That was the cruelty of the front lines. Even gods could die at any moment.
Li Tianheng continued:
"After Teacher Cao was gone, I was assigned to a production base."
"Later, Li Family Restaurant was hiring helpers. The ancestor noticed my bloodline aura and brought me in."
"At the time, I was only a Divine Lifeform. I wasn't even qualified to work as a waiter at the restaurant."
"Only with the ancestor's resources was I able to break through to Demigod."
At this point, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"But later, the ancestor thought I was clumsy and couldn't speak properly, so he kicked me out and told me to fend for myself."
"My believers needed food and cultivation resources, but there weren't many resource buildings in my Divine Kingdom, so I could only figure out ways to make money myself."
He spread his hands.
"You've seen everything that happened after that."
Li Tianheng's tone was utterly candid at this moment.
The grudges between people were often not that complicated at their core.
When their strength was similar, they would refuse to accept defeat, compete with each other, and want to prove themselves.
But once the gap widened to an unreachable level, those emotions lost their foundation instead.
Whether it was anger or resentment, they would gradually lose their meaning.
What replaced them was a more practical judgment—
Could he still catch up?
Could he still borrow a little of that light?
Perhaps as long as the other party was willing to spare him a glance, all that so-called