Pure white light slipped across Jiang Yang's cheek like strands of silky hair.
As Jiang Yang gazed at the goddess before him, overflowing with gentleness, admiration and regret rose in his heart. He sighed softly.
"Youla, I will become the sun and spread light in your stead. I will become Mayi's True God and love the Mortal Realm you love. This is my promise!"
Seeing Jiang Yang nod and solemnly give his promise, Youla, the Goddess of Light, seemed to lay down the heavy burden she had carried all this time. At their level of cultivation, any oath was a constraint upon oneself.
Smiling, she held out an emerald-green branch and handed it to Jiang Yang.
"Jiang Yang, this is a branch of the World Tree. In the future, if Mayi can regain what she once was, plant it, and it will allow the world to recover quickly."
"All right!"
Jiang Yang carefully accepted the emerald-green branch and placed it in his storage space.
"Jiang Yang, let us begin now. I want to bestow my authority upon you."
"So soon? I can tell that you could actually hold on for quite some time yet."
Jiang Yang said.
He could sense an immense energy still hidden within Youla, the Goddess of Light, but she kept it restrained, letting not the slightest trace escape.
"Oh dear, you saw through me. As expected of a powerful Flame God!"
Youla, the Goddess of Light, covered her mouth and laughed.
"You know, they are all waiting for me to weaken completely, waiting to divide and devour me at the very last moment. So I concealed part of my strength, intending to detonate myself at the last moment and take at least one Evil God to the grave with me."
"But since you have appeared in