Three Conditions

"Refine the Heavenly Spark?" Yan Zaizen was taken aback by that declaration. He immediately followed up, his tone suspicious and unsure, "You want me to become a Heavenly God?" These words caused his Dao to pulsate slightly. 

He had already refined a trace of Heavenly Will, infusing it into his Dao Seed, a nascent form of his Dao Heart. Therefore, reclaiming the source of its origin made his Heavenly Dao Seed throb.

Ezekiel gave Yan Zaizen a deep look before chuckling, a tinge of coldness within. "Of course not. I intend to become the Heavenly God, reclaiming my family's legacy!" His words contained nail-biting determination that could shake the soul.

Yan Zaizen frowned. "...Then?"