"It’s not that they don’t co, but because pinpoint transmission consus a lot of energy, at most only five can be sent."
The voice of the Fire God was magnificent, like leaping flas, giving an intangible sense of heat.
Lin Chen, from a great distance, felt the intangible heat even as the Fire God spoke.
This astonished Lin Chen imnsely; it was terrifying beyond belief.
He was rely speaking, yet the entire space seed to have been ignited, ready to burn at any mont, turning into a world of flas.
What would happen if he genuinely exerted his full strength?
The Creation God chuckled coldly: "Oh right, I forgot this; I’m very curious, how did you five get the first batch of transmission spots here? I suppose each of you hopes to catch personally."
The voice of the Water God was gentle, indistinguishable between male and female, with rippling waves, giving a silent and traceless sense of tranquility.
"Aside from the God of Space and the God of Ti, who are recognized by all of us as necessary mbers, the remaining three of us were chosen by draw, which ans we three were relatively fortunate."
The Creation God’s gaze swept over the few Withered Wood Clan mbers present: "What race are they? I haven’t seen them before."
The entire body of the Netherworld God was imrsed in darkness, making it impossible to discern whether it was a person or a shadow.
His voice seed to co from the void, conveying an ultimate sensation of distant and heavy oppression.
"The Withered Wood Clan, a first-class servant race, joined the Heavenly God Realm long after you fled. We used them as bait to lure you out. Now that you have left the black hole, I’m afraid you can’t go back."
The Creation God sneered, "It’s not that your sches are remarkable; it’s just that I nearly went mad in the black hole, so I wanted to take a gamble. Actually, I should have realized that while a clan might occasionally produce a Saint due to opportunity, with this many Saints, there’s no way it can happen without your manipulation."
"Want to gamble?"
The God of Space pointed a hand into the air, where light points, like stars being lit, appeared sequentially in the void, connected by purple lines, weaving a large space array around the Creation God.
"You lose the gamble! You know why we are here, so why not just satisfy us straightforwardly? We can promise you that as long as you hand over the Divine Status, we can spare your life, and you can choose a serene place to spend the rest of your life in peace."
The Creation God laughed coldly: "If you think you can make bow down and submit, you must be dreaming! If I was to bow down, I would have done so a long ti ago; why wait until now?"
The God of Ti was a graceful woman in her twenties, exuding various temperants.
Lin Chen, for safety, hid far away, preventing him from seeing them clearly. He also dared not randomly cast spells to secretly observe, as the deities possess not only formidable strength but also various divine powers.
If I were to cast a spell to observe them, I might be discovered, and find myself instantly tracked down.
While I hide a Saint’s strength enough to deceive other Saints, even Jia Ye, the Deputy Director of the Combat Departnt, couldn’t see through it. Lin Chen dared not bet that the deities wouldn’t see through it.
If the deities discovered myself as a mber of the Human Clan possessing a Saint’s strength, and further investigated, my life would be in jeopardy.
The Netherworld God advised, "Why persist? Haven’t you suffered enough? Previously imprisoned by us, though you later escaped by luck because of a major change, hiding in the black hole, we all know the agony of entering and staying for a long ti in a black hole, a terror enough to drive divine spirits insane."
"We know you’re unwilling, and you want revenge. But think for yourself, can you achieve it?"
"Now you’re rely in a Nascent Soul State, not our match at all. Even in a Perfect State, you wouldn’t be able to match us."
"As for your Abyss Demon Clan, it might work against those Lower Realm different races, but against the Heavenly God Clan, do you think it would be effective?"
"Even if by devouring various worlds, you possess hundreds or thousands of Demon Lords, what of it? In our presence, they are rely lambs to be slaughtered."
"As long as we’re in the Heavenly God Realm, no matter what you think, it can’t be realized."
"Am I wrong in saying this?"
The Creation God said coldly, "Now that I am in your hands, do these words still have aning?"
"Of course, they do."
The God of Space laughed heartily, "Even though you harbor deep hatred towards us, if we were to swear a divine oath, wouldn’t you believe our words?"
The Creation God responded, "Believe, what? Are you saying that once I hand over the Divine Status, you would spare my life and allow to linger on in the Heavenly God Realm?"
The God of Space replied, "You should know very well how we acquired the Divine Status and got here. Since you can never again openly beco a deity, why not accept your defeat gracefully?"
"You’ve already said you’ve almost gone mad hiding in the black hole. Are you planning to continue enduring such infinite suffering?"
The Creation God laughed heartily, "You don’t need to waste your breath. Had I been willing to surrender and submit to you, I would have done so long ago, not waiting until now."
"Though I’m not a complete mber of the Heavenly God Clan, my bones are much harder than yours."
The Fire God burned vigorously in midair, the terror of which almost stopped the hearts of many Saints below.
The Lord of Burnt Remains also toyed with fire, but his flas, compared to the Fire God’s, were like small embers blown out at once.
"Stop wasting words on him; I’ve long said that this guy has tough bones, and he will definitely not surrender. Stick to the old rules, let’s capture him back and try various thods one by one; we have plenty of ti."
"As long as he’s in our hands, without another incident like last ti, he will agree sooner or later."
The Water God chuckled softly, "I support the Fire God’s approach. There’s no need to be polite dealing with the Creation God."
The God of Space sighed, "Creation God, we used to have so friendship. I really don’t want to imprison you in a dark abyss again, subjecting you to endless Netherworld misery. Is this necessary?"
The Creation God’s gaze swept around at the deities surrounding him, a crazed expression gradually forming in his eyes.
"Well, I do have another choice..."
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