Wandering Through Time and Space

Hongjun, who was strolling along the river of time and space, showed a look of surprise and asked, "Fellow Daoist, is this true?"

The amount of Merit needed for this decision, let alone for him as the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson, even the Heavenly Dao itself might not be able to afford it.

Lu Changqing replied with full confidence, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Lu Changqing had already given this decision a lot of thought.

Recalling his memories from his past life, if there was any project that burned money, what could be more money-burning than infrastructure construction? Although this was the Primordial World, the essence was no different.

Thinking of the day he would spend all his trillions of Merit and directly achieve the Great Dao Saint realm, Lu Changqing couldn't help but smile.

"For my 본존's Great Dao Saint realm, you all still need to put in more effort!"

With this thought, Lu Changqing immediately waved his sleeve and announced to the Primordial World:

"Effective immediately, Wuji Heaven promulgates new regulations."

"All beings in heaven and earth, below the Saint realm, can open up other worlds within the Great Thousand Worlds."

He paused slightly and added, "But there is one requirement: the worlds opened must contain vitality, give birth to life, and have complete rules."

After setting the rules, Lu Changqing pondered for a moment and announced the rewards for opening worlds:

"According to these requirements, those who open Great Thousand Worlds will be rewarded with twelve million Merit."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Six Saints flickered.

"Those who open Middle Thousand Worlds will be rewarded with three million Merit."

The great powers of the Primordial World heard this and were overjoyed—three million Merit was no small sum.

"Those who open Small Thousand Worlds will be rewarded with one million Merit."

The cultivators at the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm heard this and became extremely excited.

Only Saints could open Great Thousand Worlds, and Quasi-Saints were needed for Middle Thousand Worlds, but Small Thousand Worlds were something they, Grand Unity Golden Immortals, could barely open.

This was a rare opportunity to earn Merit!

"Those who open minor worlds within the heavens will be rewarded with one hundred thousand Merit! Those who open star river universes will be rewarded with ten thousand Merit!"

Upon hearing this, cultivators below Grand Unity, who had initially felt it had nothing to do with them, also became invigorated.

Lu Changqing solemnly declared:

"I announce that from today onwards, the Primordial World will usher in a new era of universal creation!"

As this statement spread to the ears of billions of beings in the Primordial World, the entire Primordial World instantly boiled over.

The exchange of magic treasures for Merit was already shocking enough, but magic treasures were ultimately limited, and cultivators couldn't exchange them many times.

This creation of worlds, however, was different. As long as one put in time and effort, and had a certain cultivation base, one could continuously open up new worlds.

Such a good thing was unprecedented and unheard of.

However, the Merit consumed by opening up worlds so indiscriminately was simply immeasurable.

"Is he crazy? How much Merit would it cost to open up worlds like this?"

Yet, just as some beings were still doubting whether Lu Changqing could produce such a massive amount of Merit, the Six Saints couldn't sit still any longer.

Under Lu Changqing's proclamation, they discovered that not only could they personally open up worlds and earn Merit, but they could also bring the disciples of their entire sect to open up worlds and gain opportunities for Merit.

Such a good thing, naturally, could not be missed.

As Lu Changqing's voice fell, the entire Primordial World instantly erupted.

Whether they believed it or not, all beings were stunned by this world-shattering move—how much Merit must this be!

But the person involved didn't seem to care, turning to look at the Witch and Demon clans: "Now, are you still going to fight?"

The leaders of both clans shook their heads like rattles: "No more fighting, no more fighting!"

With such a good opportunity to earn Merit, who would be willing to risk their lives? It was more important to open up worlds and accumulate Merit first.

It wouldn't be too late to deal with the other side after their strength improved.

The leaders of the two clans exchanged a smile, a knowing glint in their eyes.

Lu Changqing couldn't be bothered with their little schemes.

He didn't care if the Primordial World was shattered; he only intervened to mediate because these two clans were blocking his path to squandering.

As the saying goes: obstructing someone from squandering is like cutting off their financial path, how could he tolerate that?

"That's more like it."

"Everyone gets along peacefully, and I can rest assured in my squandering," Lu Changqing nodded with satisfaction.

The leaders of the two clans muttered inwardly: "As expected of the Primordial World's number one spendthrift!"

Although Wuji Heaven and Longevity Immortal Venerable's names echoed throughout the Primordial World, equally famous was the title of the Primordial World's number one spendthrift—it was just that no one dared to call him that to his face.

If anyone mentioned it, Lu Changqing would probably beam with joy; this was the greatest affirmation for him.

Just as Lu Changqing was questioning the two clans, Hongjun saw that he was really going to do it and stared in shock: "You're spending so much Merit just to open up a bunch of废界 (waste realms)? What's the point?"

Lu Changqing glanced at him as if he were an idiot: "Who says it's useless?"

What's the point of that?

"To squander wealth, of course!" Lu Changqing declared righteously.

Hongjun was momentarily speechless—since when did squandering wealth become a legitimate pursuit? Were young people these days so… playful?

Seeing Hongjun's reaction, Lu Changqing's eyes suddenly lit up. "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, with your abilities, creating a hundred or eighty realms would be child's play, wouldn't it? Why not earn some Merit too?"

Hongjun was indeed tempted for a moment, but as the Dao Ancestor, his reputation was paramount. He immediately flicked his sleeve. "Stop your nonsense! I still need to comprehend the Great Dao; I have no time to mess around with you!"

With that, he tore through space and ascended.

Lu Changqing shrugged regretfully. "What a shame. With his help, I could have squandered wealth even faster."

East King Duke and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths—only this esteemed lord would dare to think of having the Dao Ancestor help create heavens and earth.

Anyone else would have been glared into oblivion by Hongjun long ago.

"As expected of the Great Master!" Kunpeng and the other two exclaimed repeatedly.

In the past, they had planned to rely on the Great Master's Merit to attain sainthood, but their thoughts had completely changed now.

Attain sainthood? Was being a Saint that impressive? Didn't they still have to work for the Great Master? Since they were all going to be beasts of burden anyway, they might as well be comfortable ones.

At this moment.

Deep within the Sea of Blood, Ming He trembled with excitement.

He was deeply obsessed with attaining sainthood.

The last time he exchanged for Merit, he had almost gone bankrupt just to get a tiny bit.

Now, simply by creating heavens, he could earn Merit. How could he miss such a good opportunity?

"It's here! My opportunity has arrived!" Ming He cried tears of joy. "If I can't create a Great Thousand World, a medium or small thousand world is still within my grasp!"

The entire Primordial World stirred.

East Sea Sky Shark Clan: "Gather all Golden Immortals, prepare to create heavens!"

Buzhou Mountain Nine Heavens Fox Clan: "My children, let us split the chaos!"

Similar scenes unfolded throughout the Primordial World.

Lu Changqing was very satisfied with this development.

"Exchanging for treasures only costs a little. Building infrastructure is the true path to burning Merit!"

Just as he was rejoicing, he suddenly remembered something and added a declaration: "Beings below the Quasi-Saint level may enter my nine Great Thousand Worlds to create new heavens!"

Billions of living beings immediately surged towards the nine great realms.

Creating worlds within worlds was much easier—the Primordial World's rules were complete and its space was solid; ordinary cultivators simply couldn't split it open.

However, within an existing Great Thousand World, the difficulty dropped drastically.

As for space? A Great Thousand World could contain three thousand Medium Thousand Worlds, and each Medium Thousand World could contain three thousand Small Thousand Worlds. Small Thousand Worlds could even hold countless heavens and myriad stars, so there was no need to worry.

Seeing the first batch of living beings enter the Great Thousand Worlds, Lu Changqing returned to Wuji Heaven with satisfaction.

In the chaotic Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun watched the dramatic changes in the Primordial World, his head aching.

What was Lu Changqing plotting?

Although Lu Changqing repeatedly claimed he wanted to squander wealth, everyone in the Primordial World was shrewd. Hongjun absolutely refused to believe he was truly fooling around, convinced that there must be a shocking scheme behind it all.

"This feeling of losing control..." Hongjun muttered irritably.

Worse still, the Heavenly Dao was on Lu Changqing's side. No matter how displeased he was, Hongjun didn't dare to act rashly. He could only be angry in secret and remain vigilant!

The Demon Clan, having just finished their truce, saw that various clans had already rushed into the Great Thousand Worlds and were busily creating heavens and earth...

Deep within the Demon Court.

Demon Emperor Di Jun raised his arms and shouted, his voice echoing as billions of demon troops unfurled their banners, darkening the sky. "My children! Today, our clan will go all out to create new realms and prove the Great Dao! We swear to exterminate the remnants of the Witch Clan!"

The roar swept through the nine heavens, and the demons seethed: "Create heavens and earth! Prove the Dao and slay the Witches!"

Below Buzhou Mountain, in the Witch Clan's ancestral land.

Di Jiang stomped on the ground, his voice like a thunderous bell. "Witch Clan warriors, hear my command! Follow me to split the chaos and seize the Heavenly Dao's Merit! We will surely flatten the nests of those feathered beasts!"

Tens of thousands of Witch Clan members pounded their chests, their battle intent soaring: "Split the chaos! Seize Merit! Destroy the Demon Court!"

Just as the two clans were sharpening their weapons and amassing their troops—

On Jin'ao Island, the clear waves rippled as Sect Master Tongtian emerged leisurely.

Daoist Duobao led his disciples in a respectful welcome. "Master, what that Immortal Venerable said..."

Tongtian nodded. "Every word is true."

The disciples' faces lit up with joy.

In this Primordial World, Merit was incredibly precious. This opportunity was truly unprecedented.

Duobao couldn't contain himself. "This Immortal Venerable, who exactly is he..."

Tongtian gazed at the sky, recalling an existence that even the Dao Ancestor spoke of with great caution—

After a long sigh, he said, "Unfathomable... Even Saints must show respect."

The crowd's hearts were deeply shaken.

Though they knew the Immortal Venerable was extraordinary, they never imagined even Saints would retreat with such deference.

Suddenly, Tongtian's decree spread across the entire island: "From this day forth, I shall create heaven and earth. My disciples of the Intercepting Sect, follow me and let us forge a Great Thousand Realm!"

Ten thousand immortals on the island paid homage: "We shall obey your decree!"

For the common folk, the path of cultivation was fraught with hardship. Now, this torrent of creation offered even the humblest beings a glimmer of hope for enlightenment.

On Kunlun Mountain's peak, within the Jade Void Palace.

Beneath Primordial Heavenly Venerate, the Twelve Golden Immortals stood in solemn attendance. Unlike the Intercepting Sect's broad recruitment, the Heavenly Origin Sect emphasized innate talent and aptitude. Even so, the allure of Merit was irresistible.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate declared solemnly: "From this day forth, I shall create a Great Thousand Realm. My disciples of the Heavenly Origin Sect, follow me and let us achieve the Great Dao together!"

The immortals' eyes shone brightly: "We shall obey your decree!"

In the Western Pure Land, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged smiles. "Heaven blesses our West!"

They recalled the Dao-Demon Conflict, when Luohu had ravaged the spiritual veins, leaving the West desolate. Now, this act of creation was a golden opportunity for revival. The two Saints did not limit their proclamation to their own sect but announced to all beings in the West: "Our sect shall lead trillions of living beings to open a new heaven! Let this barren land regain its former glory!"

As the Immortal Venerable's decree spread throughout the Primordial World, the Saints rose in unison, and all races responded. A grand, sweeping movement of creation thus commenced.

As billions of beings poured into the new realms, the once bustling Primordial World suddenly fell silent. Only those with shallow cultivation remained, continuing to live and multiply in their homeland.

Time flew by like a white steed in the blink of an eye; a hundred years passed in an instant. During this period, three thousand middle realms, one hundred thousand small realms, and one million micro realms were successively born. On the vast lands of the Primordial World, vegetation flourished, and life teemed. Those beings unable to create their own heavens lived peacefully and contentedly in these years of tranquility. The scars of the ancient Witch-Demon War were slowly being healed by time. As creation continued, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth grew increasingly potent. New generations continuously emerged, and the ancient Primordial World was revitalizing!

In the Longevity Palace, Lu Changqing reclined on a cloud bed. Several fairies attended him, serving fine nectar and offering spiritual fruits. Gazing at the long line outside the palace, receiving Merit, the Immortal Venerable smiled. "Marvelous. Tens of billions of Merit have been distributed within a mere hundred years. Much faster than giving out magic treasures."

The guards at the palace entrance secretly marveled. They had long heard of this master's generosity, but to see someone distribute tens of billions of Merit so calmly over a century was unheard of. At this moment, the crowd outside the palace was dense, the queue winding like a long snake. East King Duke, Kunpeng, and Ran Deng were all incredibly busy.

"Alas, the master's Merit is truly inexhaustible!" East King Duke exclaimed, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ran Deng gave a wry smile, "This Merit is like dirt on the ground now; there's as much as you want."

Kunpeng urged them on, "Less idle chatter! Don't you see the line stretching all the way to the South Heaven Gate?" For a hundred years, the three had been distributing Merit day and night. Now, they felt sick at the sight of it and had become numb.

Just as they continued their busy work—

"One hundred thousand Merit! I can finally break through to Quasi-Saint!" The Arid Rhinoceros Clan Leader, holding the Merit, roared towards the heavens. This old Yao, who had been stuck at the peak of Grand Unity for a million years, was now in tears.

In Wuji Heaven, the cultivators awaiting the exchange of Merit gazed with envy at the Arid Rhinoceros Clan Leader's ecstatic expression.

Everyone's gaze towards Wuji Heaven grew more fervent.

Since the creation craze began, a thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.

The Primordial World presented an unprecedented scene of tranquility, as all beings were busy with creation.

There were few disputes in the world; even the occasional minor conflicts arising from world creation were merely insignificant interludes.

Both the Witch and Demon clans had laid down their arms, and other beings had no desire for conflict.

The joy of obtaining Merit far surpassed pointless slaughter.

However, although the two clans had ceased hostilities on the surface, their covert competition had never stopped. It had merely shifted from vying for territory to competing in the quantity of worlds created.

Whenever the Witch Clan heard that the Demon Clan had created another world, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would relentlessly pursue.

And once the Witch Clan took the lead, Di Jun and Tai Yi would immediately strive to catch up.

Under this relentless chase, the pace of creation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Upon learning of this, Lu Changqing felt deeply gratified by the actions of the two clans.

He personally brought Merit to the great worlds where the two clans resided and announced the amount of Merit obtained by the Witch and Demon clans to all beings in the Primordial World.

This encouragement greatly boosted the enthusiasm for creation among all beings, accelerating the process further and intensifying the competition.