"Demigod?"
A muffled sneer suddenly came from behind Chu Xisheng. "Now that the gods' power has invaded the Mortal Realm, how could you humans possibly become demigods so easily?"
Chu Xisheng looked back.
A burly figure sat cross-legged in the middle of the Sun-Bathing Divine Vessel's deck.
He was Shen Chihuo, one of the three eternal Giant Gods of the Ten Thousand Demons Grotto.
He was also the ancient god from whom Chu Xisheng had taken two ribs.
Originally, Chu Xisheng had preferred Shen Duoluo, who was cleverer and more cooperative.
But precisely for that reason, the Formless Divine Sect had been borrowing Shen Duoluo's power frequently lately.
The Elder Council believed that continuing might give Shen Duoluo an opening, so they needed to ease off for a while.
Thus, Shen Chihuo accompanied Chu Xisheng on this trip instead.
He had shrunk his body to only about ten feet tall.
He wore a hood that concealed the crimson crystal atop his head and his inhuman features.
Chu Xisheng looked him up and down, then chuckled. "The sect master told me that the Limit Between Humans and Gods is indeed harder to break now. But are you sure it can stop Mister Feng and me?"
Shen Chihuo froze at that.
He knew little about Feng San, but Chu Xisheng's talent was equivalent to the Giant Spirits' 'royal crown bloodline,' or even their 'imperial crown bloodline.'
Unless the gods entered the Mortal Realm in full, their bloodline seal had limited influence over him.
Then his lips curled slightly in a derisive smile. "Your sect master might become a demigod, and this fellow Feng has a chance too, but you certainly don't. The gods stopped Blood-Yazi at the threshold of demigodhood, and your future will end the same way."
"Perhaps."
Chu Xisheng paid