Chapter 1601: Origin Lord! Eternity! (Final Chapter)

The number of Zhizun in Lin Yan's world now totals a staggering eighteen!

Vevila, the Eternal Night Goddess, the Life Goddess, the Ocean Goddess, the Goddess of Light, Xi Hua, Meiweis, and the Holy Maidens Meng Ying, Qing Ling, Tina, and others!

As soon as they stepped out, they caused immense upheaval!

There are too many Zhizun!

"The Flame Zhizun's world has produced so many Zhizun? My heavens!"

One Zhizun had already cried out in shock.

In this Zhizun's perception, the Zhizun emerging from Lin Yan's world were not only numerous but also extraordinarily powerful.

They stepped out one after another.

Their aura flooded the heavens, shocking not only these Zhizun but also countless Transcenders far beyond!

"Begin!"

After all the Zhizun from the Heavenly Realm had emerged, Lin Yan stepped forward from within his world.

The world's passage closed rapidly.

Immediately, Lin Yan ascended swiftly to the high heavens of the Origin Realm, his power surging as he began to draw forth the Origin Realm's essence.

"It has begun—he truly intends to weave the Origin Wang Zuo!"

Seeing this, one Zhizun drew a deep breath.

"In countless eons, only one Zhizun, a few trillion years ago, ever attempted this—but that Zhizun was ultimately slain by coordinated attacks, his world shattered, and no one knows if the Flame Zhizun can succeed this time."

One Zhizun said.

"He might succeed—or he might fail. The Zhizun from a few trillion years ago was a Ninth-Rank Zhizun; we don't know if the Flame Zhizun is now Ninth-Rank or Tenth-Rank."

Another Zhizun said.

"If the Flame Lord is merely Ninth-Rank, success is unlikely; if he is Tenth-Rank, there is at least some chance."

Yet another Zhizun said.

Amid these Zhizun's murmurs, Lin Yan's movements in the high heavens grew faster and faster.

"Hurry, move farther away! Last time a Zhizun did this, the shockwave was vast—tens of thousands of Transcenders were killed by it."

One Transcender said.

The Transcenders far away scattered rapidly.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Realm's armies stood in perfect formation, each army mastering a single law, enabling them to unite into coordinated battle arrays.

Time passed slowly.

Weaving the Origin Wang Zuo was far from simple.

It required constant analysis of the Origin World's essence; once the Wang Zuo was complete, Lin Yan would wield power capable of suppressing any world.

In other words, once Lin Yan became the Origin Lord, he would enter any world unimpeded, able to harness the power of any world.

To all Zhizun, this was a grave threat.

Of course, if he truly became the Origin Lord, Lin Yan would no longer care about one or two worlds.

Different realms mean different perspectives—even gods are no exception.

When you are still an ordinary person, you fixate only on your own patch of land, thinking only of earning more money and living better.

If you possess some special ability or magical talent, your thoughts change—you aim to become a powerful magician, towering above ordinary people.

But even then, your vision remains confined to a single place.

Though you may see the entire world and feel you should look farther, your strength limits you—what you see is not yours to claim.

Only when you grow so powerful that the entire world lies under your control do you truly see the world as it is.

Just like Lin Yan.

"I wonder which Zhizun will strike."

A Fourth-Rank Zhizun thought silently.

He certainly would not act.

Several Zhizun who emerged from Lin Yan's world had already reached Fourth-Rank—this Fourth-Rank Zhizun was not stupid enough to intervene.

Of course, if a great many Zhizun ultimately moved against him and held overwhelming superiority, he wouldn't mind adding his blow to the fallen.

When the wall falls, everyone kicks it.

But if the wall remains unshakable, everyone will behave properly, never daring to act.

Time flowed swiftly.

One year, two years.

Ten years, twenty years.

A hundred years, two hundred years.

A thousand years, two thousand years.

Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years.

One hundred thousand years, two hundred thousand years.

One million years, two million years.

Until…

Ten million years!

Weaving the Origin Wang Zuo required collecting an immense volume of data—Lin Yan, within the Origin Realm, painstakingly decoded the essence-information of other worlds.

If one used storage devices from a technological world to store this data, given the number of worlds in the Origin Realm, the storage devices needed would fill an entire world!

With so much information, even if Lin Yan's divine core rivaled a calculator the size of a universe, it still required vast time to decipher.

"He has already collected the data from my world."

"Mine is the same…"

"…"

One after another, Sovereigns arrived on the Dao.

But none of those Sovereigns dared to stop him, and could only let Lin Yan do as he pleased.

Finally, when Lin Yan finished analyzing the origin of the Origin Ground and began to analyze the origin of an enormous world, a roar rang out.

"Flame Sovereign, I'm not afraid of you."

A long spear shot out fiercely, thrusting toward Lin Yan.

"What are you all waiting for? If we keep waiting, his power will only grow stronger!"

That roar echoed through the entire Origin Ground.

"Indeed there's no need to wait any longer, but let the existence within the Void make the first move."

Another voice rang out as well.

"Sii~"

At that moment, some strange and eerie sounds rose from within the Void.