Flanders' mouth gaped open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

However, to their surprise, the Crimson Mother did not become angry.

The blood mist surged even more violently, as if it were engaged in some kind of high-speed thought process.

She does need a "representative" in this world.

She was sealed away for too long and knew nothing about the Douluo Continent as it is today.

Showing up rashly would be too risky.

And this human being before me...

His talent is bizarre; he can adapt to her power.

Their temperament is even more interesting; they are selfish, greedy, and will stop at nothing to gain power.

This kind of person is the easiest to control.

Give him a little treat, and he'll become the most loyal dog.

He was simply a perfect pawn.

"Divine succession?"

The Crimson Mother's thoughts carried a hint of amusement.

"I'm afraid you can't inherit my divine position."

“In fact, your fragile body and soul cannot even bear one ten-thousandth of my divine sense.”

Tang San's heart sank.

"but……"

The shift in his mind made Tang San's heart leap into his throat again.

“I can bestow upon you the legacy of another god. Once you complete it, you will possess strength comparable to the gods of this realm.”

"As long as you can do one thing for me."

"What's up?"

Tang San pressed for an answer without hesitation.

"It's very simple."

The crimson fog began to contract and condense, eventually transforming into a fist-sized rhomboid crystal at the very center of the magic circle.

The crystal floated in mid-air, emitting an eerie and alluring red light.

“Absorb it.”

"Be my eyes in this world, and help me discover the truth and falsehood of this plane now."

"When I rule the world, you will be my first divine messenger."