Sea God Island.
Chen Mo was still praying devoutly before the statue of Destruction.
"God of Destruction, please bless me with many children and abundant fortune!"
"And bless me so I can cultivate my way to godhood!"
"Or you could just give me your divine seat."
"..."
Listening to these wishes, even the plane consciousness could not help twitching at the corners of its mouth!
Are you making wishes or robbing someone?
Give you his divine seat? If the God of Destruction heard that, he might grab his bucket and run.
The next moment.
Purple light suddenly rippled over the brand-new statue of Destruction.
A phantom settled upon the stone statue.
An ancient yet youthful voice rang out. "Junior! Why have you summoned this old man?"
!!!
It worked!
Hearing the voice coming from the statue—
Chen Mo was beside himself with joy!
Sure enough, building a statue of the God of Destruction on the Sea God's turf had worked.
Look, here he was already.
"Greetings, God of Destruction. I am Chen Mo, your junior. Forgive me for rashly summoning you here, Senior, but there is an urgent matter that requires your help." Chen Mo was just about to explain how Tang Hao had been eroding the plane consciousness.
But the God of Destruction interrupted him.
He regarded Chen Mo gravely and said in a low voice, "I have never appeared in the mortal world, nor have I established a place of inheritance. Child, how did you learn of my existence?"
"I read about you in an ancient book, Senior. It described you as handsome and dashing, utterly selfless, and the top dog of the Divine Realm..." Chen Mo served up a dazzling rainbow of flattery.
Although he knew Chen Mo was making it all up—
The God of Destruction