Dongfang Yao didn't know why he entertained such an outrageous idea. Could a God even absorb Chaos Qi?
But...
Taking a little bit shouldn't kill him.
Having just killed Great Mist, Dongfang Yao was feeling quite pleased with himself. Great Mist was a rather elusive divine spirit who, confident in his own mysterious and unpredictable nature, never took Dongfang Yao, the Sun God, seriously and had repeatedly caused trouble. The believers of Great Mist and those of Dongfang Yao had also clashed on many occasions.
This time, Dongfang Yao had struck down Great Mist with the swiftness of thunder. Although he allowed an iota of Great Mist's lingering will to escape with his Divine Country, it was no longer a significant threat.
Thinking of his own awesomeness, Dongfang Yao figured that taking a whiff of the Primordial Chaos Bead should probably be fine, right?
Dongfang Yao had no idea that there was someone encouraging him to stir up trouble from within.