Chapter 11621 — The Divine Realm Is Too Far Beyond My Reach
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With those words laid out, any capable hand with even a shred of ambition, anyone hoping to make a push for the divine realm, now understood exactly what the Path to Godhood was worth.
Han Niansan's offer had naturally become irresistible.
After all, a thing like the Path to Godhood could only be produced by a god-tier powerhouse; across the entire Inner King's Court, those with such depth to their foundation could be counted on one hand.
And to gather seven or more of them, one absolutely could not afford to pass over a single house.
What was more, for Wei Zhao this was merely an incidental benefit.
Even if the man had promised no Path to Godhood at all, the position of King of Han alone was a sure profit with nothing to lose.
Then Wei Zhao spoke: "The divine realm is far too distant from me. Now is hardly the time to be thinking of such things. As for the Path to Godhood you mention, Senior, I have no intention of pursuing it for the moment."
Han Niansan choked on his words.
Had it been anyone else, Wei Zhao's claim would not have been the least bit false.
To be a mere mid-stage Earth-rank Venerable and already covet the Path to Godhood—was that not laughable?
"Your words and your heart don't agree!"
Han Niansan cursed, his patience gone in an instant. His face darkened as he snapped: "In any case, this old man has laid everything out plain for you. How you choose is your own affair. If you will not make the ancestral sacrifice, then you'll be trapped here for the rest of your life and never once think of leaving."
Wei Baizhan rubbed his neck and said: "Old man, if we kill you, does that mean we can leave?"
Every eyelid in the Han Princely House twitched in unison.
Coming from anyone else's mouth, such a threat carried no weight. The ancestral patriarch of the Han Princely House was no clay idol; even if he were not a god-tier or demigod-tier powerhouse, he could not be far from it—did you think you could simply kill him because you wished to?
Yet given the strength of Wei Baizhan and his companions, such a possibility truly could not be ruled out.
If even this ancestral patriarch were slain, then the Han Princely House would truly be at the end of its road.
Han Niansan chuckled darkly: "You're welcome to try."
With that he shed his long robe, revealing a body of lean, hard muscle; the ancient, mysterious aura about him instantly turned menacing and overbearing.
Wei Baizhan and the others all looked toward Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao, however, gave an ambiguous shake of his head.
In another place, Wei Baizhan and the others might have stood some chance of victory.
But this was the Han Princely House ancestral shrine, the enemy's absolute home ground, and bolstered by that home ground, even if Wei Baizhan and the others made their move, their odds of winning were vanishingly slight.
Han Niansan sneered: "What? Lost the stomach for a fight?"
Li Qinghe stepped forward and curled his lip: "Our leader's too kindhearted—he can't stand to see us bullying an old man. If you were even two years younger, I guarantee we'd beat you so badly your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
"..."
Han Niansan's face went black, and he spat out a curse.
As the ancestral patriarch of the Han Princely House, it had been quite some years since he had met anyone who dared speak to him so rudely to his face.
Yet for all his cursing, so long as Wei Baizhan and the others did not move, he could hardly be the first to strike.
On the one hand, he still hoped to force Wei Zhao into submission.
On the other, the ancestral rite grand formation did not run entirely on its own; it still consumed a great deal of his energy.
If blows broke out and the pressure from Wei Baizhan and the rest grew heavy enough, a single lapse in concentration could open a flaw in the ancestral rite grand formation, and all his efforts would come to ruin.
The two sides sank into a stalemate.