Worlds Converge, Storms Gather

What was a qualitative leap?

This was a qualitative leap.

The land sand table, orchard, and cellar had previously been pitifully small.

Now, however, it was the power of an entire river system. Even without any major wars, Nine Provinces Planet alone had a population of more than eight billion, rivaling Earth—not to mention the other planets.

In just five hundred years, it had provided enough energy for an ordinary human-sized god like him to break through to the Middle God realm. It was simply far, far too fast.

That was why Xu Zhi had never cared much about the faith of the entire river system before.

Like the Great Octopus, it required him to cultivate in seclusion. It was external energy, while the feedback energy from the deaths of his Zerg required no conversion at all and could directly become energy within his body.

Rumble!

Vast energy flooded his body like raging, towering waves.

"This energy is far too immense. I have cultivated a Perfect Dao Foundation across countless systems, so I need tens or even hundreds of times more energy than low gods at the same realm. Yet it filled me up all at once!"

Xu Zhi smiled.

"All it takes is five hundred years of propagation and growth from one river system."

He knew that, after reaching this step, he would no longer need to worry about energy.

The so-called lack of energy was merely a problem for weak creatures confined to a single planet, whose methods and means of acquiring energy were insufficient.

But once civilization extended into the universe, things became different.

How much energy was there in the vast universe? A single sun alone contained energy that was difficult to exhaust.

"After breaking through to godhood and soaring through the universe to build Dyson