Time flowed on.
Within the boundless, dark space, inside a massive Destruction Star, there was a World Beast.
"Another hundred million epochs have passed." The World Beast opened its eyes, filled with endless emotion.
"Sure enough, there are no years in cultivation. Time passes in the blink of an eye—so quickly."
A hundred million epochs sounded like a very long time, but to cultivators of the Origin Continent, it was about the same as an ordinary person having afternoon tea.
Yet the ordinary lives within Wang Yi's Small Universe had already been replaced by countless generations.
After all, even a Planetary-level being only had a lifespan of a thousand years.
The number of lives a universe could contain was ultimately limited. After Wang Yi broke through to the Chaos Realm, his Small Universe had expanded to a diameter of one trillion light-years, equal to a thousand of his previous Small Universes! Compared to the Original Universe, the difference was no longer that great.
But life reproduced at an astonishing rate. Even he had to impose restrictions on it.
Those capable of breaking through to immortality were always very, very few. It was difficult, but below the World Master level, it did not matter much, since World Masters had limited lifespans.
The energy World Masters absorbed through cultivation, as well as the energy born within their Inner Worlds, all came from Wang Yi's Small Universe. Once they died, that energy would return to the universe, forming a cycle.
Wang Yi had no intention of turning every life in his world into an Immortal God. Even if he had that ability, only through the continual renewal of ordinary lives and the constant emergence of powerful new generations could a universe retain its vitality. Otherwise, it would slowly decay. Wang Yi intended to