Xu Ming sighed and said, "Is there really no way for an Elementary Civilization to deal with a god?"
"A divine rank cannot be surpassed; only a god can challenge a god. Everyone who challenged a divine will in the Great Battlefield has died." Jade Wings' eyes dimmed, her voice low as she looked into the distance, recalling something unknown.
Suddenly, Jade Wings turned to Zhou Leng and said, "Your Divine Text proficiency is high, but remember, if you encounter particularly strange Divine Texts, don't look, don't read, don't translate, just pretend it doesn't exist, understand?"
"Would that invite the prying eyes of a god?"
"Prying? That's the least of your worries. I once saw a battlefield creature transform into a towering blood-flesh monstrosity, as big as a ten-story building, with arms of flesh densely hanging from it, right after translating a Divine Text name. Of course, you could gamble that the other is a kind, benevolent god willing to grant you power."
