"This is my only request," Xu Zimei shook his head and said, "How about we set a time limit?
Once I carry the destiny and ascend to the Upper Realm, I will let you leave, grant you freedom.
Then you can choose your own path."
Hearing Xu Zimei's words, the Divine Emperor fell silent once again.
"You should think it over; this is a fair trade.
Just serve me for a few hundred years on Yuan Central Continent, and once I ascend, you will be free.
If you are unwilling, the chance of finding the Red Lotus is less than one in ten, and gathering the Destiny is even more remote."
"I can compete for the Destiny of this era," the Divine Emperor suddenly lifted his head, eyes deep as he stared at Xu Zimei, speaking indifferently.
"Then there's nothing to talk about. See you at the summit of the Firmament," Xu Zimei smiled and walked straight out of the grand hall.
Halfway out, he suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "Oh right, I forgot to remind you of something.
