In the library, Tang Qi, having finished casting the spell, let out a soft breath.
At his current level, ordinary enemies could no longer make him feel nervous.
But this time was different. He had secretly plotted against the Young Creator, a terrifying existence known to very few among all beings.
Since he had not formally met her, nor seriously peered at her, Tang Qi could only guess at the level she occupied. However, when he had just drawn a trace of the Great Octopus's power from the Monarch's Crown and cast the spell on the Queen, he had sensed more.
He now had a relatively accurate assessment of this mysterious Supreme. The Authority of Creation she wielded was indeed terrifying; one could glimpse it from the wonders of the Life Equation.
But she was still in her childhood and could not yet be called a true Creator.
She was still learning and growing. As long as she was not overly disturbed, she was an ideal target to fleece.
That was the source of Tang Qi's slight nervousness. In a sense, he had planted an "undercover agent" beside a Novice Supreme.
Of course, he had done it out of goodwill. His style of conduct had gradually become more casual.
Sometimes, on a whim, he simply did whatever came to mind.
It often brought unexpected pleasant gains, such as the Life Equation he had obtained not long ago, which was of tremendous benefit to him.
But since he was secretly stealing the Young Creator's power, Tang Qi had also put safeguards in place.
He lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, where the mark of the Monarch's Crown slowly faded away.
His good friend had been extremely generous. Drawing out a strand of power had not weakened