Xuan Yuanhong said repeatedly, "The old fisherman is too modest. Although, except for True God, all Saints are equal. Yet, everyone here has once achieved Godhood. If it really came to a fight, we wouldn't truly fear anyone."
"Godhood..."
These two words seemed to touch upon some ancient memories within the people present, and for a moment, silence fell once more.
"At the dawn of time, during the Era of Tai Chu, the Saints endlessly clashed. It was all for the sake of seizing the Creation of Mountain Sea, and to grasp the holy essence of Godhood."
"For this, we lost ourselves within our hearts. Just as we did back in the day."
"No amount of persuasion is effective. Only by truly having once reached Godhood and experienced everything, can one truly understand."
"Except for you, Xuanyuan boy." The old fisherman slowly walked to a vantage point between Heaven and Earth, and sat down once more.
