"I don't know either." Alan Xueju's eyes were fixed on Chen Feng.
She thought it should be possible, but no one could be sure of the outcome. All she could do was wait for the results to come out.
"It would be great if there could be another divine son with the same bloodline as the goddess."
"I hope God Jialan will bless you."
"It's been so long and he still hasn't woken up? Will he really be loved by God Jialan after such a long time?"
"Is there a possibility that he is not from the deep-sea fish tribe at all?"
...
They were all talking, but Chen Feng didn't know anything.
As those light spots continued to enter his body, Chen Feng's strength also grew, and he soon reached the perfection of the Daoxuan realm.
He could feel that his strength was still growing, although there was no breakthrough.
When Chen Feng opened his eyes, the surrounding environment had changed.
A temple appeared in the previously dark space.
The holy temple, with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, makes people want to surrender.
Chen Feng raised his head and looked over, only to feel that there was an attraction somewhere, attracting him to keep getting closer.
"Where is that place?" Chen Feng murmured and walked in.
As the palace door opens, you can see a huge sculpture inside.
The moment Chen Feng walked in, there was a "click-click" sound in the palace, and the entire sculpture shattered.
From inside the sculpture, a man with long blue hair came out.
With a beautiful face and an expression of compassion, she looked down at Chen Feng.
"My people, you are welcome to come here."
After hearing what the sculptured figure said, Chen Feng was certain that he was God Jialan.
God Jialan looked at Chen Feng and pointed a finger. Chen Feng felt that everything around him was shifting.
When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a scene of rivers of blood.
A tribesman with fins on his face said loudly: "Sir, those ordinary people will die when they die, nothing can happen to you!"
"Only ten thousand died? Even if one hundred thousand died, so what if one million died? They can become a stepping stone for adults to dominate. Everything is worth it."
"Sir, there is no time to waste, let's leave as soon as possible."
...
There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and through their words, Chen Feng probably understood what was going on.
He was the king of this country, and he originally lived a wealthy and peaceful life.
But one day, a virus swept here. More and more people got sick, and the entire kingdom fell into paralysis.
Chen Feng was powerless and could only watch all this, watching his people and ministers fall in front of him one by one.
Fortunately, this virus is not untreatable. By chance, Chen Feng accidentally contaminated a sick subordinate with the blood sprayed from his wound.
A miraculous thing happened, that subordinate's illness was cured.
This made everyone cry with joy, but the patient didn't know why he recovered.
In order to find a solution as soon as possible, Chen Feng made a copy of everything he had come into contact with and let several other sick people try it.
No matter how many times they tried it, it had no effect.
When he was at a loss, the patient said something tremblingly. He said that he had accidentally been contaminated with Chen Feng's blood.
This speculation left many people speechless and silent.
"In that case, let's give it a try." Chen Feng said and made the final decision.