After finishing his words, Ning Liu turned his wrist, the Lingyun Star Ring shone slightly, and a simple stone platform appeared silently in the center of the room.
As soon as the stone platform came out, the atmosphere of the entire main room changed.
It is not the oppression of strength, but an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity.
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.
"This is the altar of faith."
Ning Liu's voice sounded at the right time, breaking the silence, "The function is also simple. Standing on it, you can know whether you are destined to the God Realm."
His tone was as plain as introducing an ordinary piece of furniture, but to Yue Guan's ears, it was no less than the sound of thunder.
"Ju Douluo, why don't you go up and give it a try?"
It can be known whether... Is it related to the divine world?
Yueguan's body that had just stood up straight froze again. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the ordinary stone platform, and his breathing suddenly became extremely heavy.
God!
For any soul master, this is the ultimate in the path of cultivation, and it is an unattainable legend.
The moment before was a great kindness to make up for the foundation and break through the level.
The last moment is a great opportunity to pry into the secrets of the gods.
The successive shocks made him, a titled Douluo, completely lose his mind.
"Zongzhu Ning's kindness in rebuilding, Yue Guan... Yue Guan will never be forgotten!"
His voice trembled, and his forehead was pressed against the cold floor.
Bibi Dong did not stop him.
She just looked at the altar of faith quietly, her expression changing.
Want to use it for your subordinates?
This handwriting, this courage.
Not bad!
“Get up.”
Ning Liuxu gave him a hand.
“I said, we are a cooperative relationship. Go and try it, let me see where your fate is.”
“Yes!”
Yue Guan said no more, all words seemed pale in the face of such an opportunity.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stood up, straightened his robes, and then walked up to the altar of faith with steady and solemn steps.
When his feet completely stepped onto the altar platform, it only took a moment.
The countless fine lines on the surface of the altar suddenly lit up with soft golden light.
The light flowed, gathered at the foot of Yueguan, and then rose into the sky, forming a pillar of light that penetrated up and down, covering his entire body.
The light beam is not dazzling, but is filled with a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.
Being in Yueguan, I feel light all over my body, as if my soul is about to break away from the shackles of the body and ascend to another world.
He closed his eyes subconsciously, feeling this wonderful power.
…
The world of gods, somewhere.
There are no magnificent palaces here, only an endless sea of chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemums of various colors are blooming, with bright golden light and thousands of auspicious auras, and each petal is flowing with pure divine power.
In the middle of the sea of flowers, on a throne surrounded by thousands of chrysanthemums, reclined an almost eerily handsome man.
He was dressed in a luxurious golden robe with various chrysanthemum patterns embroidered with sacred silk.
Her brilliant blond hair is spread casually, her skin is as white as snow, and her facial features are exquisite. However, there is always a lingering laziness and... boredom in her narrow eyes.
This is a third-level god in the divine world—the God of Chrysanthemums.
Hime in the divine world is eternal and boring, especially for a god like him whose divine power is not top-notch and who has no great ambitions.
"Well, it's been another ten thousand years, and there's still no interesting descendant that can catch my eye..."
The god of chrysanthemums picked off a petal, put it to his lips, smelled it, and sighed in boredom.
At this moment, his expression changed, and his lazy eyes suddenly opened, shooting out a ray of light.
「Huh?」
He clearly felt that an extremely weak, but extremely consistent power of faith was coming from the lower world, like an invisible thread, accurately connecting to his soul.
This feeling...has been too long.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since he ascended to the divine realm and set up the inheritance test, and no mortal has ever been able to truly activate his original divine power.
"Interesting."
The God of Chrysanthemums sat up straight, with a look of intense interest on his face.
He raised his hand, and the divine power flowed from his fingertips. The void in front of him rippled like water waves, turning into a magical mirror, reflecting the scene of the lower world.
However, the picture in the mirror was a chaotic golden light, as if it was isolated by a layer of powerful force, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Huh? You can't see it?"
The God of Chrysanthemums was a little surprised.
Although his divine power is only level three, it should be easy to look down at the mortal world.
This power of isolation is not high-level, but extremely mysterious. It seems to involve some kind of law that he has never been exposed to.
He did not force a breakthrough, but carefully followed the thread of faith with his spiritual thoughts.
This time, he "saw" it.
In that sacred golden pillar of light, there stood a man.
He has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and neat short hair. His temperament has just undergone transformation, and he has reached a wonderful balance between femininity and masculinity. He has the elegance of a chrysanthemum and the nobility of an immortal.
The most important thing is that his martial spirit turned out to be - Qi Rong Tian Ju!
"Good! What a strange and velvety giant chrysanthemum!"
The god of chrysanthemums couldn't help but touch his palm in admiration.
"It is a perfect match for my divine position! The foundation has just been refined by the divine object, it is extremely stable, and the soul power has reached level ninety-six, it is an excellent seedling!"
The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. His eyes lingered on Yue Guan's heroic face, and his eyes gradually became a little subtle.
"And...this appearance, this figure, this temperament..."
The God of Chrysanthemums touched his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Tsk, tsk, the more you look at it, the more pleasing it is to your eyes. It is completely in line with my preference."
It is well known in the world of gods that the reason why no one has been able to inherit the throne of the God of Chrysanthemums for tens of thousands of years is not because of how difficult the test is, but because the last level is mixed with a little bit of... private goods.
He himself has the talent of Long Yang, so he has extremely strict requirements for the appearance and temperament of his successor.
It must be something that he likes and feels "good" from the bottom of his heart.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been a few mortals with chrysanthemum spirits who have inspired the inheritance, but without exception, they all fell in love with his "last level" aesthetics.
Either he looks too rough or his temperament is too vulgar.
But this in front of me...
The light in the eyes of the Chrysanthemum God is getting brighter and brighter, as if he has discovered a peerless treasure.
"Perfect! He is simply a tailor-made inheritor for me!"
The stagnant water in his heart that had been silent for ten thousand years came to life completely.
"No, we can't just let it go. If we miss such a talented person, I'm afraid I will be bored for another hundred thousand years!"