Boom! Boom! Boom...
Two thousand Creation Gods stood at the edge of heaven and earth, thrusting their palms forward and blasting Origin Divine Power into the darkness. Yet the moment it entered the darkness, the Origin Divine Power vanished.
Heaven and earth were filled with Origin Qi, so the Creation Gods cultivated Origin Divine Power.
They persevered without giving up. Fortunately, the Time Rule had not truly been established in the early days of the Origin Epoch, so the sea would not dry up and the stones would not crumble.
Roughly two hundred million years passed, yet the Creation Gods still could not break through the darkness.
One day, a little boy cautiously walked up behind Qin Jun. He looked only seven or eight years old and wore a huge white robe meant for an adult, making for a rather comical sight.
The Creation Gods' clothes had all been created from their own Origin Divine Power. Seeing Qin Jun wear clothing, they had curiously copied him.
"Did you need something from me?"
Qin Jun, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke. The little boy shuddered in fright, hurriedly dropped to his knees, prostrated himself, and trembled.
Qin Jun rose to his feet, walked over, and helped him up. Smiling helplessly, he said, "Am I that frightening?"
"The Ancestral God is not frightening... The Ancestral God is worthy of reverence..."
The little boy answered nervously. His features were refined, and something about his brows made Qin Jun feel strangely familiar, though he could not say whom he resembled.
"Why did you come to see me?"
Qin Jun asked. Though the little boy was a Creation God, he was not one of the First Generation Creation Gods, so Qin Jun did not remember him well.
At that, the boy