"It's just a shame I couldn't collect all the fragments of the Cocoon of the End." Qianyi shook the fragment of the Cocoon of the End in his hand.
At a time worth celebrating, there was no need to spoil everyone's mood.
Besides, this might not be a bad thing. After all, the concept of god was far too vast; fully merging with and absorbing it was not something that could be done in a year or two.
If he simply left it alone and slowly absorbed and merged with that immense concept, Qianyi would probably have to follow a process similar to that described in "The Hymn of the Holy Emperor"—seven hundred years to reclaim the concept, seventy years to reclaim the divine spark, seven years to reclaim the power, and finally seven days to reclaim the world.
But passively accepting someone else's concepts and power wholesale was clearly not a good thing. If things went badly, he might truly end up bound by that concept, becoming a shackled god constrained by the throne.
So the best solution was—wage the War of the Gods.
He would learn from God's fine virtues and beat every god, including God Himself, to their knees. Once he stood alone above all ages and no one in the world dared call themselves a god, that would do.
Still, Qianyi was a very merciful person. As long as no one provoked him or bullied his friends, he would not take the initiative to kick down some god's door, but...
An Aeon that dared lock away the universe's possibilities was clearly no ordinary Aeon. It had to be dealt with using a heavy fist!
Honorable Sage, you'll be the first one I kill later!!
Rarely seeing Qianyi like this, Elysia blinked, a sly smile curling across