"As of now, it's impossible, but in the future, who knows?" Zhao Feng smiled.
"How could it be possible?" Golden Spirit Saint Mother persisted.
Nine out of ten on the Investiture of the Gods list were his former Jie Sect disciples, all fates changed, reduced to divine spirits.
While high above in the eyes of mortals, it was an utter humiliation for Jie Sect disciples.
"One day, when I storm the Heavenly Court, with Qin replacing it, can't it change?" Zhao Feng coldly laughed, a resolute look on his face.
Upon hearing this.
The Golden Spirit Saint Mother, who had been hopeful, sank into gloom again, thinking Zhao Feng truly had a way to free her from the Investiture of the Gods.
In the end.
It was just her delusion.
"Do you think I cannot replace the Heavenly Court?"
Seeing Golden Spirit Saint Mother like this, Zhao Feng smiled.
"It's not that I underestimate you, Daoist."
"But the strength of the Heavenly Emperor, as you have witnessed, is formidable."
