Golden Temple.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and everyone present fell into a moment of astonishment. They all seriously sensed Ahtal's joking intent to sit on the Divine Throne, realizing that Ahtal truly wished to occupy the vacant seat of the divine.
"You better not sit on it." Suna's voice was hoarse as she quickly reached out to grasp Ahtal's wrist, fearing that Ahtal might recklessly choose to sit.
She didn't know what consequences might follow if he took the seat of the God of Omniscience; perhaps nothing would happen, or he might die in an instant.
There were simply too many uncertainties, so it was better not to try.
"If you want to sit, don't drag me into it." The Red Dragon King, who had possessed Ahtal, voluntarily released his possessed state.
He stepped back a few steps and said,
"Maybe nothing will happen, or it could implicate everyone, not just yourself— including your friends and your people, potentially bringing disaster upon them."