Hearing the unfriendly tone of the God of Destruction, a trace of hatred towards Tang San flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes.
He raised his head, looked at the God of Destruction, and asked earnestly: "Senior God King, what do you plan to do?"
A dangerous light flashed in the eyes of the God of Destruction, and he said coldly: "Since we already know what will happen in the future, naturally we cannot let Tang San succeed."
When he reached this point, his tone carried a hint of helplessness: "However, Tang San is accustomed to disguising himself in the Divine Realm, and he is eloquent. Many deities have been deceived by his hypocritical mask, and it is not so easy to overthrow him."
Huo Yuhao immediately chimed in: "Then can I help Senior God King?"
The God of Destruction looked down at him, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
He felt that this young man spoke directly without beating around the bush, and seemed to be able to read his mind.
He was silent for a moment before asking: "Myself from Ten Thousand Years later wants you to inherit the God Position of Destruction. You should know about this matter as well. What are your own thoughts?"
Huo Yuhao replied in a calm tone: "To say I am not moved would be false."
"However, this is not something I can decide. It depends on whether Senior God King is willing to pass down the God Position."
"To obtain it is my fortune; to lose it is my fate."
Hearing this, the God of Destruction suddenly burst out laughing.
That laughter echoed in Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sea, carrying a hearty and uninhibited cheerfulness: "It seems that my vision Ten Thousand Years later is indeed good, and you are also very good!"
The laughter quickly subsided, and his expression instantly became serious: "I am not a person greedy for power. Unlike Tang San, who always shouts that he is willing to pass down his God Position yet takes no action whatsoever."
He paused for a moment, his crimson eyes looking at Huo Yuhao: "You are qualified to become my successor."
Upon hearing these words, Huo Yuhao's heart still somewhat disobediently accelerated its beating twice.
That was the Legacy of a God King, the authority standing at the pinnacle of all deities, and something countless Spirit Masters dared not even extravagantly hope for in their dreams.
He tried hard to keep his breathing steady, yet that vibration still echoed in his chest for a moment before gradually settling down.
The God of Destruction took his reaction into his eyes, saying nothing more, and simply continued with a solemn tone: "My God Position does not only mean the strength of a God King, but it also represents a heavy responsibility."
"You should also be clear that the Divine Realm will face a huge disaster afterwards."
"If you inherit the God Position of Destruction, it means you must shoulder the duty of protecting the Divine Realm, even if you pay the price of your life for it."
The God King of Destruction was qualified to say these words, because he from Ten Thousand Years later was precisely the one who sacrificed himself to protect the Divine Realm.
Only, what he didn't expect was that even after he paid with his life, Tang San still failed to protect the Divine Realm.
This made the God of Destruction, who now already knew the future, unable to help cursing Tang San as trash in his heart once again.
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao's expression also turned solemn.
He slightly straightened his back, meeting the crimson eyes of the God of Destruction, and said in a firm voice: "Being valued by Senior God King is my honor. If I can inherit the God Position of Destruction, I will also guard the Divine Realm with my life just like Senior."
The God of Destruction nodded, only responding briefly: "Good, I hope you remember these words."
As his voice fell, he raised the Scepter of Destruction in his right hand, pointing the tip directly at the center of Huo Yuhao's brows.
A purple-black force of destruction surged out from the top of the scepter, hitting the center of Huo Yuhao's brows squarely before he even had time to make any reaction.
Huo Yuhao instinctively trembled slightly, yet did not feel that force of destruction cause any harm to himself.
Afterwards, his mental force noticed that a purple lightning mark emerged at the center of his brows, and then faded beneath the interface.
In his heart, he knew that this should be the Legacy mark of the God of Destruction.
Huo Yuhao suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a deep breath, and requested solemnly toward the God of Destruction: "Senior, can you restore Jin Li to her original state?"
Previously, the God of Destruction had only paused the sacrificial process. At this moment, more than half of Jin Li's vitality and Soul had already poured into Huo Yuhao's body.
Even if it were interrupted right here, Jin Li would probably find it difficult to survive.
The God of Destruction looked at him without saying much.
Huo Yuhao was already his successor now, so facing this minor request, naturally he would not refuse.
He just nodded calmly, and Huo Yuhao immediately perceived that the originally paused scroll in the outside world began to move.
The sacrificial process seemed to be slowly reversing. The golden light that had poured into his body began to flow back trace by trace, like receding seawater rushing back into Jin Li's body along the path it came from.
Her figure, which had originally become illusory and transparent, began to gradually solidify, her outline becoming clear bit by bit, ultimately returning to the state before the sacrifice.
That radiant face regained its rosy color, and her breathing also returned to steady, as if that thrilling sacrifice moments ago had never happened.
Seeing this scene, an indescribable joy surged within Huo Yuhao's heart.
Yet before that joy had time to fully bloom on his face, it transformed into a trace of pain.
The divine wound on his chest that had just been repaired during the sacrificial process reappeared concurrently with the energy backflow, like a newly torn crack, freezing the smile that had just emerged on his face instantly.
The God of Destruction glanced at him, and his thoughts stirred once more.
A soft purple-black light swept across Huo Yuhao's chest, and that gruesome sword wound healed rapidly as if smoothed over by an invisible hand, leaving not even a scar behind.
The look of pain on Huo Yuhao's face vanished. He then raised his head and bowed respectfully toward the God of Destruction: "Thank you, Senior God King."
The God of Destruction nodded, saying in a calm tone: "There is no need for such politeness between you and me. If we speak of thanks, I should be the one thanking you instead."
Huo Yuhao just wanted to open his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the God of Destruction raising his hand.
He looked at Huo Yuhao and said: "Tang San should not interfere with the Lower Realm in a short period of time, and you should also go out."
Simultaneously as the voice fell, another voice clearly sounded in Huo Yuhao's mind.
This voice was identical to that of the God of Destruction, except that the tone was devoid of any emotion: "First trial of the Nine Trials of Destruction, escape from Qiankun Asking Love Valley!"
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao's expression turned stern. He understood history and naturally knew what divine trials were; they were milestones that must be crossed on the path of inheriting a God Position.
Passing each trial would grant corresponding rewards, and only by passing all of them could one truly inherit the God Position and truly grasp that authority belonging to deities.
At the same time this voice fell, everything in the outside world that had been "frozen" finally returned to normal.
Jin Li lowered her head to look at her undamaged hands and body, her gaze somewhat sluggish.
She remembered clearly that she had just performed a sacrifice moments ago, remembered that vitality was draining from her body bit by bit, and remembered that her consciousness had gradually been turning blurry.
Yet now she unexpectedly had nothing wrong with her, and not even a trace of weakness remained.
Her gaze turned blankly and landed on Huo Yuhao, discovering that the originally gruesome sword wound on his chest had already healed.
Before she could open her mouth to ask the doubts in her heart, Huo Yuhao had already reached out and grasped her hand.
That palm was warm and strong, carrying a reassuring sense of grounded stability.
He curved the corners of his mouth, smiled at her, and said in a gentle voice: "It's all over."
As he spoke, his other hand grasped Wang Donger's hand.
Huo Yuhao's gaze lingered on both of their faces for a moment, and then he spoke: "We should go out."
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A/N:
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