In your current state, restoring yourself was nothing short of lethal.
"The road ahead is long and arduous."
"But it isn't that difficult either. Aim to get it done within a million years."
Your existence gradually began to spread through the starry sky, with the slightest trace of it leaking out.
Many living beings vaguely learned that this universe's ultimate consciousness had awakened, and that he would save everyone.
There were currently two main kinds of True Immortals within the Light Dust Source Soup.
One kind was your Twelve Apostles. They basically did not need to work. Their main task was to comprehend the Dao every day, and when necessary, obey your orders and serve as enforcers.
The other kind consisted of those who relocated worlds. They moved worlds into the inner ring, or beyond the universe, thereby receiving reward points.
Some True Immortals left and never returned. Under the guise of relocating worlds, they departed this universe forever, taking their enhanced essence with them.
There was no way to prevent this, because carrying a world through a cosmic membrane over a hundred million light-years thick took years, even centuries. Your precognition simply could not reach such a distant future.
You felt helpless in the face of this, but fortunately, such people were exceedingly rare. You could still enhance their essence later on. Their departure was nothing more than caution and similar reasons—they feared being dragged down to death alongside you, and so on.
You had considered the possibility that a Universe Lord stood behind them. Only a Universe Lord had any hope of harming you, because when anyone else entered this universe, all that remained was the weak power of their original Dao Fruit. Only a Universe Lord could drag an entire universe over.
But that possibility was