"Very well, since that's the case, I shall bestow upon you my inheritance, my Daoism, my principles, my Divine Power Secret Techniques, and my War Soldier." The Ancient Monarch said solemnly, "To lend you a hand!"
On the ground, everyone's gaze fell on Ye Chen, filled with envy, jealousy, eyeing greedily, feeling unwilling, and helpless... all sorts of emotions, everything was there, and ultimately, they could only admit all this.
Among them, especially the Divine Country Ancestor, his expression was terrifyingly gloomy, just one step away, the Ancient Monarch's inheritance would have been his.
But the slightest difference can lead to a great discrepancy.
Yet even one as powerful as him was unable to change anything.
"Thank you, senior!"
Ye Chen bowed respectfully to the Ancient Monarch, and then, under the watchful eyes of all, walked on air, stepped steadily to the King's Divine Throne, and sat firmly upon it.
