Chapter 448: Still a Spinning Top

“Hong Xuanji, don’t be angry.”

Gu Qing said: “If I say no, it’s no—whether it’s possible or not, whether you become the Child of the Grand Universe depends on me.”

Whether you’re the Child of the Grand Universe or the Child of the Epoch, it’s mostly about determining that during a certain time, a certain thing must be accomplished—whoever accomplishes it is the Child of the Grand Universe, the Child of the Epoch.

As he pondered, Gu Qing’s divine sense stirred; he activated the Boat of Creation and surged forward with the others, while behind them, multiple figures suddenly appeared, their divine senses scanning for the Yuan Yang Divine Axe and the Open Heaven Ruyi.

“Who are those people?”

Hong Yi turned back, astonished.

The Origin Place was extraordinarily remarkable; ordinary people who absorbed its Origin Qi naturally became Ghost Immortals. Gu Qing had brought everyone here, and under its subtle influence, their cultivation had surged forward. Now seeing others already present in the Origin Place, he was naturally astonished.

“They are [Jiang], [E], [Shou], [Yu], [Chen], [Guo], [Jin].”

Meng Bingyun knew these people well: “They are all leaders of the Pan Star World. After stepping down from their duties, they came to the Origin Place. Each is a Half-Step Yangshen, with their physical bodies pushed to the absolute limit of flesh and blood generation—each a prodigy of heaven.”

In ancient times, the great gods bore only a single character—like [Yuan], [Chan], [Hong], [Shi]—and the Pan Star Grand World preserved this ancient tradition.

These top figures, upon arriving here, saw their cultivation rise steadily, accumulating depth beyond measure.

“So, even after one Xu Yi died, there are still seven left?”

Hong Yi gasped; it seemed heroes of the world never ceased to emerge.

“They’re just food.”

Gu Qing looked at Hong Xuanji.

Hong Xuanji, unaware of the truth, traveled onward on the Boat of Creation, faintly sensing the call of the Daoist of Creation.

“Go.”

As Gu Qing spoke, he activated the Boat of Creation and located, deep within the Origin Place, a vast city formed of crystalline Tian.

There is a simple accumulation ratio: one thousand units of Origin True Qi condense into one unit of Origin True Liquid; one such unit is enough to make someone a Ghost Immortal. When thousands upon thousands of Origin True Liquids are compressed and refined, they become one unit of Origin Stone—each such stone can forge a supreme divine weapon.

Now there are ten cities built from Origin Stones, and within these stones, Origin Seeds have been further compressed.

Only the Daoist of Creation, the legendary figure from ancient times who battled heaven and earth, could have made such a grand move.

Even a projection of a supreme ruler from the Primordial Era is a Yangshen.

After Hong Xuanji arrived, the Daoist of Creation sleeping within awoke.

“Child of the Grand Universe, my designated heir—you have finally come.”

The Daoist of Creation’s voice spoke, and instantly, great arrays formed across heaven and earth, like celestial laws, binding all within them.

Before everyone’s eyes, the Daoist of Creation’s figure suddenly appeared; at that moment, the movement of heaven and earth shifted, as if all of nature existed solely to honor the Daoist of Creation.

All things move because of the heart.