This man was fierce.
He was simply an unparalleled muscle-bound powerhouse, one the universe had never seen before or since.
Xu Zhi secretly felt delighted. Suddenly, he found life rather satisfying.
Sure enough, work was someone else's business. His own task was to find people to do the work.
Xu Zhi suddenly attained enlightenment.
He felt that this was the true essence of a God of Creation, the real daily work of a God of Creation.
After all, in those eras, weren't those so-called Chosen Ones of Heaven and Children of Destiny, envied by all and destined to lead an age, simply geniuses selected by a God of Creation to work, develop an era, and open up a New Century?
"It wasn't because Heaven favored them that they became outstanding among men and possessed great fortune to create an era. Rather, because they were outstanding among men, Heaven wanted them to create an era and work for it."
"Unfortunately, I'm not yet a mature God of Creation. I still have to personally step in and find people to help develop the era. Once I truly mature, they'll develop it themselves and become self-sufficient."
Even as Xu Zhi thought this, he did not get too carried away.
This big shot might appear amiable now, but who knew how terrifying his hidden combat power truly was? As one of the Black Hands behind the Ancient and Modern Universe for over ten billion years, he might be able to sweep through the Nine Yuan Universe alone!
Right now, the other party only smiled at him because there were benefits involved. They solemnly addressed one another as fellow Daoists and stood in the same boat, but without benefits?
They would turn to ashes in an instant.
How could one of those ancient Black Hands