"Young Xuanqing, you've kept this under wraps all along. Surely you can tell me now-which supreme god's divine throne did you inherit? The divine power within you is so unfathomable that it's simply unbelievable." Qian Daoliu's eyes were full of curiosity and searching interest. He knew that inheritances of divine thrones were exceedingly rare on the Douluo Continent, each one the stuff of legend.
Chen Xuanqing smiled faintly, with a hint of helplessness and apology. "Actually, I once had the chance to inherit the Asura God's divine throne in Slaughter City. But I didn't want to become the Asura God, so I ultimately chose to refuse."
"You refused?" Qian Daoliu's voice was filled with shock and bewilderment, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
For the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent, a divine throne represented the highest honor, a power countless people dreamed of attaining.
Yet now, Chen Xuanqing had casually announced that he had turned down such an opportunity.
"Yes, I refused," Chen Xuanqing confirmed once more, a trace of resolve and confidence in his eyes. "Although becoming a god is one of my goals, I'm not interested in inheriting a divine throne. I'd rather walk my own path."
Chen Xuanqing's words shook Qian Daoliu deeply. He had never imagined that anyone would refuse to inherit a divine throne, much less possess such unwavering conviction and determination.
He gave Chen Xuanqing a long, searching look, as though he could see a future legend quietly rising before him.
Seeing Qian Daoliu so stunned that he had nothing to say, Chen Xuanqing keenly sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere and deftly changed the subject. "Actually, I've always longed to visit Sea God Island and explore its mysteries. Could you point me in the right direction and share some information about it?"