Fang Fan turned and smiled at everyone in the hall.
His smile was relaxed and certain, like a traveler who knew the road ahead would be dangerous but had already packed his bags and was ready to set out.
His gaze passed over Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Zhu Zhuqing before settling on the Destruction God King. His grin widened, and his voice rang with a young man's bold, untamed confidence:
"When I come back, I'll be the Destruction God King! Haha!"
Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together without speaking and gave a slight nod.
Qian Renxue smiled too. Her violet eyes reflected him as he was now, as though she meant to remember him forever.
Bibi Dong was the calmest. She merely said, "Mm," though a faint trace of worry flashed through her eyes before she quietly concealed it.
They all knew what it meant to become a God King.
But Fang Fan had made his decision. No one could stop him, nor should they.
Fang Fan said no more. He turned and followed the Destruction God King into the purple-black passage of inheritance.
The passage slowly closed behind him, cutting off the Papal Palace and all those familiar gazes, leaving them behind in the mortal world. Before him lay another realm.
The Destruction Inheritance Divine Temple floated above a boundless sea of purple stars.
The moment Fang Fan stepped inside, he felt an ancient, domineering Rule Power envelop his entire body.
That power was everywhere, filling every breath of air and hiding in every crack between the stone bricks. It was like countless invisible eyes, coldly watching this mortal who had yet to become a god.
He looked up. The entire temple was built from enormous dark stones he could not name. Fine purple-black patterns ran naturally across