God of Creation?
Twelfth-Order offspring?
Everyone knew that Twelfth-Order was merely a designation. It was no longer a realm at all, but represented the Great Universe as a whole.
And a Twelfth-Order existence meant that the universe itself had given birth to offspring. Was that really possible?
Without self-awareness, no longer an individual lifeform—how could it reproduce like one??
Everyone fell into a fog of doubt. It seemed plausible, yet there were also unreasonable aspects.
It made sense because perhaps only that could explain Emperor Lord's unbelievable talents, talents that even surpassed the limits of new lifeforms like Tu Xin.
The disparity in talent displayed during that battle had simply been too great.
If the gap between New Humans and Old Humans was the gap between humans and monkeys,
then the gap between Emperor Lord and New Humans was like the gap between the wisdom of gods and that of mortals on the ground.
Both were worlds apart, obvious to the extreme.
After all, the offspring of Tenth-Order Saints and Ninth-Order Dao Attainers possessed forms surpassing lower lifeforms and inherited part of their parents' bloodline. Thus, it was perfectly normal for Twelfth-Order offspring to display all sorts of terrifying traits.
But the unreasonable part was this: how could the Great Universe produce a next generation? "What evidence do you have??" Meng Mei widened her eyes in disbelief. "My husband's son is actually Emperor Lord? That's far too absurd! Then who do you think he is? Emperor Lord's origins have always been a secret."
Mount Akina Speed swept his gaze around at Zhi Ji, Rong Cheng, and the others, all of whom looked unconvinced, before speaking softly. "There had already been foreshadowing before. You simply forgot it. Do you remember the mysteries surrounding Emperor Lord that we discussed before?"
"Mysteries?"
"Yes.