Chapter 177 – Impossible to Guess

After returning from the Douluo Continent to the Divine Realm, Bo Saixi appeared at the residence of the Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess.

Seeing her return, the Food God and Nine-Colored Goddess hurriedly greeted her.

"Bo Saixi, what's with you? We were eating and drinking perfectly fine, and then the moment we asked you to share a few drinks with us, you suddenly vanished! That's just rude! Come on, sit down and keep eating and drinking. We agreed—no one leaves until they're drunk tonight!"

Because one day in the Divine Realm equated to one year in the mortal Douluo Realm, Zhao Ling's journey of just over two days amounted to only a dozen minutes to these deities.

To Bo Saixi, the Food God, and the Nine-Colored Goddess, it was as if they hadn't even finished a meal, let alone started drinking.

Bo Saixi had been worried that once the drinking began with these two, it would spiral into several days of drunken revelry.

And several days in the Divine Realm meant years in the mortal realm—no small matter for someone like her, who had pressing business to handle there.

So, Bo Saixi had rushed down to the mortal realm to take care of things. Now that everything had been dealt with, she returned immediately. After all, delicious food and fine wine still awaited her.

Bo Saixi promptly plopped down into her seat and said to the Nine-Colored Goddess, "Quick, pour me some wine. Tonight, we're not stopping until we're drunk!"

"Now that's more like it," the Food God chuckled happily and motioned to his wife to pour wine for Bo Saixi. Meanwhile, he looked at her with curiosity.

"You suddenly dashed down to the mortal realm earlier—did something happen? Though judging by your mood, it looks like you're quite pleased."

"Naturally…" Bo Saixi replied, wearing a smug grin. "I'm telling you, I've found a successor for my divine position. I bet it won't be long before I can leave the Douluo Divine Realm and step into a far vaster world. Just thinking about it puts me in a good mood."

"What? You found your successor? How could your luck be so good? No wonder you went down in such a hurry. Damn it, I'm so envious I could scream."

The Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess were seething with frustration. Why was it so easy for Bo Saixi to find someone fit to inherit a divine position?

Meanwhile, the two of them had been struggling endlessly to find a suitable couple to inherit their positions—a requirement that greatly increased the difficulty.

"Actually, when I rushed down this time, it wasn't because I knew I'd find a successor. I simply sensed that the Sea God's Heart I had left behind in the Douluo mortal realm had been recognized by one of my followers.

"She was originally the High Priestess of Sea God Island. Based on her previous potential, she had no chance of inheriting my divine position. But when I got there, I discovered her aptitude had undergone a complete transformation. She's now more than qualified to inherit my godhood, so I…"

Bo Saixi raised her cup and downed the wine in one gulp. She gave a satisfied shake of her head, grinned, and basked in her smugness.

The thought that she'd soon be able to leave this cramped Divine Realm thrilled her.

Right now, the Douluo Divine Realm felt far too small—almost pitifully so.

It wasn't always this tiny. The Divine Realm used to be vast, multiple times larger than its current size.

But after the Dragon God, in a state of madness, led the Beast Clan's gods against the Human Clan's deities under the Asura God, a massive war erupted. Countless gods perished, and the Divine Realm shrank dramatically.

Now nearly every deity was hoping to leave the Douluo Divine Realm for broader horizons.

After all, if one could ascend to a more expansive world, who would want to be confined to this measly little territory?

"Damn, you really struck gold. Why don't we ever get this kind of luck?" the Food God grumbled.

He and the Nine-Colored Goddess would've smacked Bo Saixi if they weren't sure they'd lose the fight. Just look at her smug face—so annoying.

"Oh right, while I was down there, I ran into someone—bone age 31, dual martial souls, and already a Level 94 Titled Douluo…" Bo Saixi casually brought up Zhao Ling.

The Food God and Nine-Colored Goddess instantly widened their eyes.

"Bone age 31? Dual martial souls? Level 94? That's incredible potential! But I don't think his martial souls would be compatible with inheriting our divine positions.

"Even if they were, our divine positions are only second-class. Giving them to someone like him would be a waste." Both sighed in regret, clearly lamenting the missed opportunity.

"Oh, please. You think he'd even want your divine positions?" Bo Saixi rolled her eyes.

"That kid's body is filled with dense golden blood, overflowing with divine power. He doesn't have a divine inheritance yet, but I'm pretty sure he's a direct descendant of some god. Probably one whose rank isn't any lower than mine."

"What?! He's the direct descendant of a deity?" The Food God and Nine-Colored Goddess were dumbfounded. This was a huge revelation.

But which powerful deity had left behind a child in the Douluo Continent?

They tried to guess, but it was no easy task. There were over twenty first-class gods in the Divine Realm.

If both of the kid's parents were first-class gods, then the likely suspects would be the God King of Destruction and the God King of Life.

Everyone knew those two were a married couple, but they were also famously childless—so they could be ruled out.

The current Gods of Evil and Kindness were still the first-generation ones and weren't the pair known to Zhao Ling: Ji Dong and Lie Yan.

So the trio simply couldn't figure out who Zhao Ling's "parents" were. After much fruitless speculation, they all shook their heads.

Forget it. It wasn't worth the headache. Sooner or later, that boy would ascend to the Divine Realm, and then they'd know.

They were confident that someone like Zhao Ling, with divine blood from birth, wouldn't have much trouble becoming a god. He might even create his own divine position.

Even if he didn't want to, some deity would surely offer theirs. Either way, ascending to godhood was inevitable for him.

And once that happened, their curiosity would finally be satisfied.

The three of them made a pact: only the three of them could know about Zhao Ling's true identity—no one else. They would quietly observe his growth.

They simply didn't believe that his divine parents wouldn't come check on their son after he ascended.

All three agreed that waiting and watching was the wisest strategy. The idea that they might get front-row seats to some juicy future drama made them secretly thrilled.