Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

Imma expressed her dissatisfaction, but inwardly she was increasingly amazed.

This Fusu possesses many qualities that no human being he created has, and his emotions are extremely rare.

At this moment, Imma is absolutely certain that her choice was correct.

Su Ming could also see that Ima didn't want things to end like this.

They want to find a successor, or you could say a host.

How difficult it is.

They thought Ying Zheng was the best choice, but unfortunately he died.

They wanted to recreate Ying Zheng through his direct bloodline, but discovered that Fusu also had this ability.

It has the ability to help him retain his temporary sainthood.

“No, your body is still a bit too weak,” Imma said to herself.

If he forcibly takes over, Fusu will definitely die instantly.

After the two exchanged blows for over a thousand rounds, Ima didn't use her full strength.

Fusu's voice followed: "Westerners won't get up early for nothing, it seems that this saying is absolutely true."

Reviving Ying Zheng is too far-fetched; Fusu is a more cost-effective option for Ima.

Fusu said this because he understood Ima's thoughts.

All that talking and doing is ultimately for one's own benefit.

However, the fact that the other party came to him gave Fusu more confidence.

Because throughout the past year, he had also been working hard for his father.

Imma coldly replied, "It's ridiculous. You humans will stop at nothing to survive. I am the ancestor of mankind. What's wrong with me trying to preserve my lineage?"

"Hearing your evaluation, I suddenly don't like you anymore."

So what if you see through it? It's just a matter of each getting what they want. On the contrary...

You'll profit more, okay?

Off the field, Su Ming suggested that since Ima was going to die anyway after a quarter of an hour, why not have her enshrined in his pantheon as a kind of continuation?

But as for the pantheon, it feels like it's being held in someone else's hands.

Imma was very dismissive.

The "tragic song" continues.

Countless streaks of light fell; this attack had no destructive power, but it could alter the original nature of things.

Imma raised her hand to strike, but still felt a slight burning sensation.

"Disorder?" Imma was slightly shocked. His physical structure had been altered, and his sacred body had become fibrotic.

Fortunately, with a squeeze of his palm, he reversed the fibrosis.

Imma stepped out and a golden light emanated from her, dispelling the surrounding lamentations.

"Like I said before, your ability is very special, but unfortunately your body is too weak to unleash its true power." Imma walked over calmly.

At the same time, a glint flashed in his eyes, penetrating Fusu's mind and probing his very essence.

It was this glance that shocked him once again.

"What? You have two innate skills? Hahaha, that's really something..."

Like father, like son.

When the First Emperor attained sainthood, he possessed two great saintly titles.

Although Fusu did not attain sainthood, he possessed two innate divine skills.

A lament is something that disrupts a stable state, and can even cause things to disintegrate into nothingness on the spot.

As for Fusu's second innate skill, Ima still couldn't figure it out.

Meanwhile, Su Ming, standing off the field, wore a somber expression.

Because he saw through it all.

Fusu retreated a thousand miles in an instant, sat upright in the void, and clenched his fist.

A guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) appeared out of nowhere.

“Western Ancestor, a lament should come from the song. I have already experienced your holy power, so you should sit down and listen to my song.”

Seeing Fusu looking so content, Ima extinguished her ultimate attack.

He nodded: "Okay."

He immediately sat down opposite him, and the overwhelming power of the Zhou Tian forces pressed down, trapping Fusu there. Only then did he close his eyes.

Let's see what tricks you can pull.

As Fusu plucked the first string, the world fell silent.

Then it started jumping again.

It was only in a daze that I realized that what was resonating was the heartstrings of audiences all over the world.

"what is that?"

The audience was silent, feeling a sense of unease even though nothing had happened.

"It's Fusu; his emotions can affect all of us."

People realized later that all they had to do was ignore him.

But how could anyone resist watching? Every note of the zither was a picture, captivating and irresistible.

"I feel as if I'm hearing a tragic story."

It is the past of Prince Fusu.