After leaving the room adorned with murals, they didn't walk for long before the surroundings began to flatten and widen.
They no longer needed to use spiritual energy as a light source; a faint glow appeared around them, allowing them to see their surroundings clearly.
When Liu Buli first sensed this light, he assumed they were nearing the surface, and the light was filtering in from outside.
This thought filled him with immense joy, and he quickened his pace forward. However, the moment he approached the source of the light, all his good feelings vanished completely.
It wasn't light from the outside at all, but rather emanated from a "person" seated in place.
The instant Liu Buli saw this figure, he was certain it was no ordinary human. After all, he had spent so much time with Xi Yu, and their similar auras indicated that this was undoubtedly a deity.
Appearing here, coupled with the murals they had just seen, made it clear that this was the god depicted in the paintings, the one who incited wars and created stone men.
Although he knew little about the appearance of deities, based on Xi Yu's fragmented accounts and the content of the murals, Liu Buli instinctively concluded that this radiant deity was not Xi Chi, the god of slaughter mentioned by Xi Yu.
Even without much interaction, Liu Buli could tell from others' descriptions that Xi Chi was not a god who would engage in such trivial matters.
Moreover, judging by the murals, this deity not only indulged in boredom but also committed repulsive acts. Even without the murals, simply from the stone monster they had previously slain, Liu Buli could not muster any goodwill towards this deity.
In Liu Buli's opinion, they should avoid any involvement with this god. It would be best if they could pass by peacefully without any trouble.
However, reality once again left him helpless. Despite his mental preparation, the deity itself had no intention of letting them go.
As the two prepared to leave, the deity, who had been closing its eyes, suddenly opened them. It had to be said, the deity was indeed beautiful. Unfortunately, its eyes were exceedingly dark, and the light flowing within them was the kind Liu Buli detested the most.
Glancing around, the deity's gaze finally settled on Lu Wuming. Seemingly drawn to a familiar aura, it remained silent for a moment before breaking into a brilliant smile.
Squinting, the deity spoke, "You are quite good. Does your presence here signify that I have a successor?"
"No," Lu Wuming responded expressionlessly. "It signifies that a human has come to slay a god. It seems a sliver of your soul survived the Godfall? Never mind, I will soon erase you completely, leaving not a trace."
Lu Wuming could tell that Liu Buli intensely disliked the aura emanating from this deity. After all, who else but himself would appreciate such a mixture of malice and wicked intent?
Furthermore, even if he did appreciate it, it was only because this aura could enhance his own power. The method of enhancement, naturally, was to kill the opponent and completely absorb their aura into his own body.
From this perspective, Lu Wuming felt that his thoughts were not dissimilar to Liu Buli's. Therefore, his response to the deity was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
As if completely taken aback by Lu Wuming's answer, the deity paused, listening to his words.
Unfortunately, Lu Wuming gave it no chance to react, immediately brandishing his ghost claws, clearly signaling his readiness for battle.
Realizing his intention, the deity seemed bewildered. It quickly began to explain, "Have you misunderstood something? Since the Godfall, my consciousness has remained here, never once leaving. You are the first group of people I have encountered, and I am extremely pleased with the aura you possess. If you are willing, with just this aura, you could even inherit my divinity. This is something unattainable for others, and there is no reason for you to attack me, is there?"
Lu Wuming raised an eyebrow.
To be honest, he had no interest in inheriting divinity and becoming a new god.
He simply wanted to live as a human, or it didn't matter if he wasn't human. In any case, he wanted to be the same race as his master, so no matter what happened, they would have no reason to be separated.
If he became a god, the relationship he had painstakingly built with his master would be strained again. Moreover, he had no intention of ruling anything; he found it extremely troublesome. Therefore, this proposition, which might be alluring to ordinary people, only made him more agitated.
Frowning deeply, Lu Wuming hesitated. Ultimately, he did not directly refuse but instead handed the choice over to Liu Buli beside him.
He knew he was foolish, especially when it came to matters unrelated to his master. He never liked to overthink things, and because of this, he didn't understand many things and was too lazy to try and understand them.
Therefore, it was better for Liu Buli to make the decision.
Thinking this, Lu Wuming looked towards Liu Buli. The moment he received his gaze, Liu Buli understood his intention.
Sighing inwardly at how his disciple never failed to disappoint with his intelligence, Liu Buli took a deep breath. He also refrained from a direct refusal. Instead, he gently stroked his chin and then asked the deity, who was looking at them with a bewildered expression, "You claim to be a god and wish for my disciple to inherit your divinity. You must at least tell us, what aspect do you preside over?"
Upon hearing his question, the deity raised an eyebrow.
It seemed to consider Liu Buli somewhat unworthy, and its gaze towards him carried a discernible disdain.
However, after a pause, realizing that Lu Wuming would not engage with him further if he didn't provide an answer, the deity finally relented. With a look of extreme reluctance, it pouted and said coldly, "I am the God of Evil, presiding over the wicked thoughts of all things. Your aura is very similar to mine. You are the best successor Heaven has bestowed upon me. Why do you refuse me?"