"I had long awaited ascension to godhood. Two generations of gods, a blood feud spanning ten thousand years—it should end with me."
Ling Bai's gaze was icy. On the surface, the Angel Empire was flourishing, but in truth it was a castle in the air. If he lost the final God War to Tang San, everything he had done would become nothing but a fleeting dream. He could not afford to lose. He had to do everything possible to ensure victory.
"Xiao Bai, ascend as an Angel first, then inherit the Rakshasa."
Golden Alligator Douluo smiled. "Old relics like us exist only by relying on Rakshasa Evil Force. The moment you inherit the Rakshasa Godhood, we will lose the ability to maintain our current state.
"Over these thousands of years since our resurrection, we have accumulated some power. Do not waste it. Perhaps it can help you become an Angel God King."
Upon hearing this, the five Great Offerings nodded in unison. Golden Alligator Douluo's words were only one reason. They had another wish: to witness the Angel God ascend into a God King with their own eyes!
Bibi Dong looked at the Spirit Hall Offerings. An indescribably complicated expression appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face. She understood exactly what the six of them intended to do, and let out a soft sigh.
"Alright."
Six Angel Wings burst from Ling Bai's back. Under the watchful eyes of the resurrected members of the Spirit Hall Empire, he shot into the sky like a meteor, trailing a brilliant golden blaze behind him.
The Angel Godhood emerged from his brow and floated calmly before Ling Bai's chest, radiating rings of golden light that complemented the vast blazing sun in the sky. Ling Bai's gaze turned solemn in an instant, and he slowly spoke.