"Patriarch!"
The Clan Elders behind him abruptly raised their heads at those words, but the next moment, upon hearing the term "fate divine power," they trembled and lowered their heads again, as though scorched by burning coals.
"True Person... this..."
Jiang Yang stood with his hands behind his back. Ignoring their frightened thoughts, he took two steps forward, stopped before the offering table, and said:
"So this is what you're relying on?"
Shang Chaohua's heart seemed to skip a beat at those words. He looked up and, sure enough, saw the youth standing before [Tinglan]. This ancient qin was the last trump card the entire Shang clan had kept in reserve, yet now it had been laid bare before they could even use it.
The terrifying nature of a fate divine power was on full display. Though phrased as a question, those words brimmed with certainty.
Before divine powers, we truly are as insignificant as ants, yet we fancied we could deceive heaven and slip across the sea...
What misery!
Despair spread. Shang Chaohua's expression went blank, and he lost all will to resist. Only bitterness and regret filled his heart.
Jiang Yang smiled at the sight, then brushed his hand over the ancient qin beneath everyone's astonished gaze.
The strings rang out. In the next instant, a figure flew out of the qin, and a vast aura enveloped everyone.
Jiang Yang regarded him with interest and mused:
A deity edict? Interesting.
Viewed through his divine power, the other party was neither a human nor an object, but an existence living in symbiosis with this spirit treasure qin. In that light, the designation of an enfeoffed deity truly suited him.
The figure before him gradually solidified, his aura steady and weighty. He took the form of a gentle scholar in