For gods, time might be the least valuable resource. In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.
This was not merely an illusion caused by time. Such immense "existences" were involved on too vast a scale; even doing something minor naturally consumed a great deal of time.
Often, by the time the decisions they made truly bore results, those New Gods who had ascended from mortals had even forgotten why they had made those decisions in the first place.
"...Take it slow. You can't rush it."
None of Lu PingAn's arrangements would show results in the short term.
Even the emerging races currently being "raised through gu," after undergoing countless rounds of selection, still lacked the strength to satisfy Lu PingAn.
Perhaps this was a project that would take years, decades, or even longer to produce results.
The same went for his other goals. None of the training programs on Lu PingAn's side would bear fruit anytime soon.
"Lu Lu's progress is already considered fast, but she still seems far from enough."
Lu Lu had already reached the standard of a demigod, and her retired status allowed her to smoothly join Lu PingAn's faction.
Now that she had joined this faction, Lu PingAn naturally became interested in the local high-level combatants.
This world had already produced quite a few Rank Eights and even demigods, and there were plenty of New Gods in the heavens as well. The threshold for becoming a god in this world was much lower than on Earth, and many New Gods had even been forcibly elevated from Rank Eight.
Most of them were tool gods, just like Guan Xinxian had once been.
This was not a good ending, but they had no choice. Once their lifespans reached a certain point, they were destined to