Zhu Minglang disdained this!
Divine Monarch, though intriguing,
had treated him quite favorably of late. Zhu Minglang had distinctly felt that his Divine form of Fu Chen had been extraordinary, probably the treatment befitting the top graduate of Dragon Gate.
He must have surmised that his future would be on par with the North Dipper Seven Gods; there was no need to compromise just for a minor increase in cultivation as a Divine Monarch. His vision needed to be set much further.
Most importantly, Zhu Minglang was quite pleased with his own divine authority. The path of the Evil Sword Immortal, alien and heretical to the world, was not fitting for someone like him who possessed the aura of a hermit.
Zhu Minglang naturally refused, and fortunately, the Sword Spirit Dragon was able to support him, allowing Zhu Minglang to stay alert, preventing his mind from being bewitched.
"Venerable Zhu, it's unlocked, let's make a break for it!" Ling Song said.
