The Command Center was deathly silent.
Night Cherry Tangle, Dawn, and Mirror stood frozen, unable to move.
Build their own Divine Kingdoms?
The words echoed through their minds. Each one felt impossibly heavy, leaving them struggling to breathe.
Becoming gods had already been a goal they had never dared imagine reaching.
A Divine Kingdom was the foundation of a god's immortality, the physical embodiment of their laws and Divine Authority.
As they understood it, building one required ages of accumulation and vast amounts of Divine Might and resources. It had to be shaped and opened up bit by bit.
"Guild leader... aren't Divine Kingdoms supposed to be built slowly?"
Dawn's voice was dry. He tried to understand what Qin Chuan meant, but his thoughts could not keep up.
"Slowly?"
Qin Chuan looked at him, his tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather.
"We don't have time for that."
He raised a hand, spread his fingers, and clenched them around the empty space before him.
There was no earth-shaking roar, no flash of light tearing through heaven and earth.
Space simply collapsed without a sound.
To Night Cherry Tangle and the others, it felt as though an invisible hand had forcibly pushed aside the laws of reality.
Three pitch-black spheres of absolute nothingness appeared in the center of the Command Center.
They reflected no light and gave off no aura. They hung there in silence, like three holes cut from the canvas of the world.
Behind each sphere lay a stretch of primordial nothingness, forcibly separated from the cracks in reality.
"Choose one."
Qin Chuan spoke again.
"Then imprint your laws on it."
The three stared at the spheres, each representing both infinite possibility and utter nothingness. Their hearts pounded.
Qin Chuan had prepared the foundations for their