Twelve million units of Divine Essence.
When that number appeared on Qin Chuan's Personal Panel, even the Law Fragments lingering in the Void seemed to freeze for an instant.
Including what he had gained from killing two gods and defeating Aisera earlier, he now possessed an astonishing total of 13.85 million units of Divine Essence.
That was already more than the minimum he had originally set for condensing his Godhead.
Yet Qin Chuan felt no surge of excitement.
One million was the minimum threshold set by Apocalypse, enough to forge an ordinary Lower God's Godhead.
But after so many battles, after killing so many gods, seeing the Goddess of Sacred Law brought low, and witnessing the Guardian God's fragility, Qin Chuan had lost all interest in becoming an "ordinary god."
He did not want to become one of them.
He wanted to be the one who made the rules and looked down upon them all.
Qin Chuan had previously aimed to forge his Godhead with at least three million units of Divine Essence. But the Underworld Monarch's generous contribution had made him rich in one stroke, and now he had a new idea.
A Godhead forged with a mere three million units of Divine Essence would never be enough!
He would invest at least ten million!
Meanwhile, deep in the Void, the greedy Divine Senses that had come to pry, emboldened by wishful thinking, were now fleeing far faster than they had arrived.
The sight of Nether Monarch Astaroth being torn apart and devoured alive had seared itself into their Divine Souls like a brand from their worst nightmare.
The Father of Plague Maw and the Light-Devouring Maw, the two who had escaped, would surely spread word of the horrors here in the most exaggerated terms possible.
For a time,