"Clay chickens and pottery dogs. I could wipe them out with a flick of my finger."
Meng Chuan's voice was calm. He did not take the many Primordial Divine Mountains seriously.
His confidence came from the depths of his heart, as though it rose from his very soul.
The Fire Emperor was swept up in it and believed him without thinking.
Countless possibilities sprang to mind.
Anyone who became a god in a place like the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm could be confident, but they could never afford to be arrogant.
If this senior dared say such a thing, did that mean he would not fear even other gods emerging?
The Fire Emperor knew that gods differed in strength.
Some reached old age only for their Divine Flame to go out on its own, leaving them little different from a Venerable.
For others, their Divine Flame blazed fiercely no matter their age, only going out when they died!
"About my Heir..."
"Please rest assured, Senior. Ling'er won't breathe a word of this, and I won't ask her anything about your Heir!"
The Fire Emperor gave his word at once. He understood what Meng Chuan had in mind.
A Human Emperor was a shrewd old fox. What had he not seen?
"No. I mean that you can decide for yourself what to do about my Heir," Meng Chuan said earnestly.
"After the Little Red Bird returns to the Fire Nation, she'll probably tell you a few things. Then you'll understand what I mean."
Little Red Bird?
The Fire Emperor froze, then realized Meng Chuan must mean their Sacrificial Spirit.
After a moment's thought, he found the description rather fitting...
But only a Deity could call her that. He certainly could not.
In most Factions, the Sacrificial Spirit held the