"I am a Celestial God, an unparalleled colossus. As long as I recover from my injuries, I can subdue the entire Imperial Dynasty for you, without you needing to lift a finger. That way, you will have an additional Celestial God by your side. Moreover, I can swear an oath to my Heart Demon that I will not harm you in any way, in return for your gift of Elixirs!"
Ning Xiuchen boomed from within the Nether Soul Lamp.
His injuries were indeed grave, what with only surviving on the essence of tens of thousands of years.
To truly recover his strength, he needed a large number of royal-grade Divine Elixirs, the kind pertaining to the soul.
But, given his soulful state, obtaining a royal-grade Divine Elixir seemed impossible.
Right now, one opportunity presented itself - to get it from Dawu. He wasn't going to let it slip away.
He was not willing to continue existing in this limbo state between life and death.
"Do you think I will trust your oath?" Chu Yuan asked.
