Yang Qi had never laid eyes on the intact corpse of even a single god, but now he was looking at seven.

Although they were clearly not alive, they still emanated a faint deathless aura that caused Yang Qi’s heart to go chill. He hurried forward and respectfully saluted them, not daring to do anything they might find profane. Another person might have tried to greedily assimilate them, but Yang Qi knew not even the successor of the Aeonic God Temple would be allowed to treat them blasphemously.

It was true that assimilating them would provide a massive boost to his energy arts, making him a Revisionist or Measureless God at the very least. Even though that would put him in the position to be able to absolutely crush Grand Emperor Ragefire Broilheaven, he wouldn’t do it. There were other benefits that he would be receiving.

The energy pulsing within the Aeon Portal seemed like...