Zhang Deqi looked at Wang Zijia's confusion and continued, "You used what you call a sacrifice as the foundation to fuse myriad paths, including the legacy of Father God and your uncles, to create the Chaos Dao Fruit, which was precisely the result of Father God's willingness to go to war with several uncles."
"So you're saying this Dao Fruit isn't yours; it's just condensed by Father God using your hands."
"Now that the Dao Fruit has formed, I have my own ways to retrieve it for Father God."
"As for you, there's no need to worry. In your previous life and this one, my Zhang Family owes you a great debt. We naturally won't forget such a significant karmic tie."
"Once Father God returns from transcending tribulation and transcends the world, he will naturally grant you reincarnation and recreate the Qiankun."
"Ha!" Wang Zijia laughed upon hearing this.
Setting aside the fact that this Emperor, strictly speaking, is not my father—neither by blood nor by soul.