Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Xi Ling Sheng's expression didn't change when she heard this; she had already guessed this.

If Su Yibai's father were still alive, perhaps he could keep his subordinates in check.

But once his father dies, his subordinates will each have their own agendas.

For example, Wei Gui was originally a member of the Eyeless Clan and had no connection whatsoever with the so-called Yin-Yang Crusade.

The reason he was able to use divine power was simply because Xiling Sheng possessed the bloodline of the Eyeless Clan; he benefited from this connection.

If given the chance, he would definitely seize the divine position for himself and bring glory to his Eyeless Clan.

"Alright, if I have time, I'll go back to the Otherworld and teach him a lesson."

Xi Ling Sheng waved his hand, "Back then, he followed me not out of genuine affection, but simply because he was subdued by my power."

"Yes, but his power is not as great as his son's. His son, Wei Ranhei, has already become a saint."

Su Yibai said with a smile.

“I’m not interested in his son, I’m interested in Feng Lin.”

Xi Ling Sheng looked at Su Yi Bai curiously, "Since he is a descendant of Yan and Huang, he must be quite old, right? Probably no more than a thousand years old?"

"Sir, you're mistaken. He's only a few decades old."

Su Yibai looked at Xi Ling Sheng and said.

"What? Several decades old? How is that possible? How many decades exactly?"

Xi Ling Sheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Is it twenty, or ninety?"

"In my early twenties, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm probably no more than thirty."

Su Yibai thought for a moment and then said.

"I can't believe it."

Xi Ling Sheng's heterochromatic eyes gleamed slightly. "A mere brat in his early twenties can cause excessive damage, and the key is that he's not even a descendant of an old god. People of this race are truly strange."

Just then, a section of space high up suddenly shattered, and everyone there looked in that direction.

A middle-aged man with long red hair appeared here.

He was wearing a dark red military uniform with a cape on his back, and a pipe was dangling from his mouth.

He slowly descended from the height and came before Xi Ling Sheng, bowing slightly, "Queen Mother of the West."

At this moment, Su Yibai's face was full of shock. As expected of the previous god, the strength of the Queen Mother of the West's tribe was indeed powerful.

Besides the Queen Mother of the West, there were other sages.

"Mu Heng, what brings you here?"

Xi Ling Sheng lowered his head and ate another fruit.

"Guang Shihai, the saint of the Three-Eyed Clan, is dead."

Mu Heng held his pipe in one hand, glanced at Su Yibai and the others beside him, and then spoke calmly.

"That guy is dead? I remember seeing him a few days ago. Who killed him?"

Xi Ling Sheng waved to Su Yibai and the others.

Su Yibai nodded slightly, then turned around and led the others away into the distance.

"It's a young man, I heard his name is Feng Lin, but I don't know where he came from. There are rumors that he kills very quickly."

Mu Heng took a puff of his pipe. "I don't know exactly how fast."

"and many more!"

Xi Ling Sheng looked at Su Yi Bai in the distance.

Su Yibai slowed down after hearing the name Feng Lin.

"grown ups."

Su Yibai turned back again.

"The Feng Lin he mentioned, is that the Feng Lin you're talking about?"

Xi Ling Sheng looked at Su Yi Bai and asked.

"It should be, at least I've never seen anyone else named Feng Lin who can kill a saint."

Su Yibai nodded slightly.

"This man is so interesting, I must make time to meet him."

Xi Ling Sheng smiled slightly, then looked at Mu Heng, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Didn't you say a couple of days ago that you were very busy and had some new insights?"

"Because the matter isn't over yet, besides the Three-Eyed Clan's saint, the Flying Bird Clan's saint is also dead," Mu Heng continued.

"What? This Feng Lin is quite something. He just arrived in the Divine Land and killed two Saints. Does he really think there are no experts in the Divine Land?"

Xi Ling Sheng's eyes gradually turned cold.

"This sage of the Flying Bird Clan was not killed by Feng Lin, but by a sage of the Nine Nether Clan."

Mu Heng explained.

"The Nine Nether Clan?"

Xi Ling Sheng's eyes gradually narrowed into a line.

"There were many witnesses this time. This saint of the Nine Nether Clan killed the saint of the Flying Bird Clan in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Mu Heng continued.

"interesting."

Upon hearing this, Xi Ling Sheng's expression gradually turned serious. "Why have I never heard of her before? Could she also have come from another dimension?"

"I don't know about that, but one thing is certain: a powerful aura has appeared at the top of Victory Plateau. If nothing unexpected happens, the Nine Nether Clan has gone to Victory Plateau."

Mu Heng said calmly.

"This person is clearly planning to declare war on all the saints in the entire divine realm."

Xi Ling Sheng shook his head. "The divine tree has reappeared, and these strange things are happening one after another. The peaceful divine land is finally experiencing some ripples."

"What should we do next?"

Mu Heng asked.

"We'll just watch quietly. The real masters always make their appearance last."

Xi Ling Sheng smiled faintly.

……

Feng Lin lay on the mountaintop, observing the entire divine realm through his own eyes.

It has to be said, the land of gods is truly vast.

Unlike Earth, which has only one planet, there are too many planets here to see them all.

Feng Lin withdrew his gaze, deciding to set aside the distant places and instead focus on researching this so-called hometown.

After all, his main rivals will be right here when he fights for the divine throne.

Suddenly, Feng Lin looked into the distance and noticed several saints occasionally traversing the space in the distance.

After that, a total of six sages appeared outside the distant mountains, about several tens of kilometers away from here.

"Six saints have already gathered outside, and if nothing unexpected happens, they are here to deal with you."

Feng Lin looked at Zhuang Qingyan in the distance.

Zhuang Qingyan was still inscribing the formation when she looked up and said, "It's obvious without even thinking that it's those trashy saints who want to unite against me because they're afraid of my revenge."

"Alas, when will I become a saint?"

Ye Yourong walked over and said, "I also want to fight those saints from the divine lands to vindicate our divine weapon race."

"The concept of a sage requires enlightenment and depends on fate. In the land of gods, there are so many races, and it has been going on for so many years, yet there are still quite a few races that have never produced a sage."

Zhuang Qingyan stood up with a smile and clapped her hands.

"Is the formation complete?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile, "What kind of formation is it? A defensive one?"

"No, no matter how strong the defense is, it cannot stop a saint. The formation I inscribed is only for display."

Zhuang Qingyan activated the formation, and straight lines appeared on the mountaintop, eventually outlining a void throne at a high point.

The throne appeared in the sky, accompanied by flashes of electricity.

What are you doing?

Feng Lin looked up at the high place and asked.

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll let you sit down."

As soon as Zhuang Qingyan finished speaking, space began to shatter in the distant sky.

Six saints emerged from among them. (End of Chapter)