Li Qi had already endured a long stretch of time alone—so long that even a third-rank cultivator would have found it lengthy.
By his own sense of time, it had been roughly ten trillion years.
During that time, he racked his brains, constantly attempting to reconstruct his inner heaven and earth, trying to build one that could function normally without the "Ultimate Dao."
He had now entered a state of utterly focused meditation. His essence had undergone immense changes, and naturally, his understanding of the world had transformed along with it.
He scrutinized all his previous works through entirely new eyes, only to find every one of them unbearable to look at. Though he was deeply impatient, he still chose to reconstruct his past creations. Brand-new ideas stirred restlessly in his mind, then were put into practice.
But...
Only when Li Qi truly began did he realize that his brand-new idea... really was nothing more than a pile of ideas.
So he destroyed them and began creating anew.
He brought every scrap of his wisdom and ability into play, interpreting as much as possible through his present methods. The new heavens and earths he created became more exquisite one after another, and each such work surpassed the bounds of his own understanding the moment it was born.
That meant even he himself did not understand what he had created. His "Dao" was insufficient to explain such existences. These worlds contained flaws and randomness.
He had no choice but to destroy those reconstructed inner heavens and earths. Every destruction worsened the damage to his Dao foundation, while the Desire Realm continued expanding as time passed.
Thus, he was exhausted beyond measure and tormented beyond endurance.
From his surging imagination, new heavens and earths were born one after another. Every world possessed