"...Sure enough, just one step away from demigodhood."
The expected had already come to pass.
With Wu Yin's birth and her daily "evolution," Lu PingAn could already feel a certain bottleneck completely loosening.
Without question, as he saved the world, the world had acknowledged his World's Logic.
At this moment, both he and his creations were favored by heaven. Every day, Lu PingAn's progress seemed divinely aided, and research and development in every field was explosively producing results.
It seemed he had once again ridden his own "daughter's" coattails and gotten himself half a savior's treatment.
The strength of magical pets was directly tied to their Beast Tamer. If the world was going to favor them, it naturally could not favor only the Little Guy. Lu PingAn was instead enjoying the rare pleasure of daily bursts of inspiration.
But even without that treatment, merely creating Wu Yin represented the culmination of concepts such as creating life, separating life, merging life, and trading life. He should have taken that step long ago.
All Spirits had already vaguely taken shape. With All Spirits supporting it, Lu PingAn's Logic had become exceedingly complete, nearly approaching the Truth of the world.
Frankly, this state was usually only needed by mid-to-late-stage demigods seeking ascension—a World's Logic and worldly recognition of this caliber.
"No, I refuse."
Lu PingAn once again said no to the "world." He was getting numb to it. Ever since he had touched that threshold, he had been disturbed at least ten times a day by inexplicable Voices of Heaven.
He—or they—were all hinting to Lu PingAn.
"You should ascend."
"You can ascend now."
"The weather is nice today. You should ascend."
"For the sake of saving the world, you should begin ascending right now."
Lu PingAn was utterly baffled. This heavenly favor