Even Lingyuan's eyes showed a flicker of emotion when he heard this.
"Good!"
"As long as we brothers stand united, there's no hurdle in this world we can't cross!"
"Whatever we lose this time, we'll earn it all back together once the war is over!"
"We advance and retreat together, live and die together!"
"We share wealth and honor, hardship and suffering!"
The six gods of the Wraith Race exchanged looks.
Then they spoke in unison.
"We swear upon our souls never to betray one another!"
As their voices faded, invisible soul fluctuations slowly rippled between the six of them.
At that moment, they once again took the oath that belonged to the six of them alone.
In this world, some people were suspicious by nature, trusted no one, and believed that nobody but themselves was worth relying on.
In their eyes, personal strength was the foundation of everything.
But others chose a different path.
They believed in cooperation, in mutual benefit, and in supporting others of their own race to go farther together.
Lingyuan and his five companions belonged to the latter group.
They had formed their team back when they were demigods and grown together into the Third-Order Gods they were today.
They understood perfectly well that if they wanted to break through to higher realms and travel farther along the path of the Divine Kingdom, one person's strength would ultimately be limited.
The six of them were like a single whole.
They shared resources and intelligence.
They bore the risks together and divided the rewards together.
Their bond had endured for over ten thousand years.
It had long since transcended romantic love, and even familial affection.
That was precisely why they dared entrust their backs to one another.
Perhaps their individual talents were not among the very