Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but ask:
"Master, who is the last Venerable God of the Ling Mountain lineage...?"
The Master shook his head:
"I dare not speak recklessly; that Venerable God is now worshiped day and night by your grandmaster, an ancient and powerful presence."
The chubby old man's face revealed a look of reverence:
"The other deities can occasionally descend with one or two divine oracles, but the strength of that Venerable God is such that oracles can descend almost regularly!"
Zhang Fusheng's expression turned serious.
An ancient deity?
How ancient?
He thought again of the Dimensional Overlap Point, and whether the grandmaster's suspected plan for Ascension to God had the support of that Venerable God behind it?
There must be.
Since the rise and fall of a sect are determined by the number of deities in a Different Dimension.
Then, that Venerable God must want to add more gods.
"Enough with the small talk."
Hong Tianbao exhaled and said softly:
