After Zhao Qingyu saw the new theories deduced by those scientists, he could neither laugh nor cry.
Call them false, and they perfectly encompassed the effects of his divine power.
Call them true, and he knew what was really going on. It had nothing to do with any field.
But on second thought, he realized he could use their theories to expand the range of his divine power.
Thus, Zhao Qingyu began to command even more divine power.
His divine power grew with each passing day.
It also fed back into the Feudal Divine-Power Dynasty.
As his divine power grew stronger, he gradually became more unrestrained.
Until one morning.
He had not gotten up yet.
As usual, someone by his side went to wake him.
This should have been an ordinary matter. More importantly, it was a rule he had set himself: he had to rise early.
That was why he had others wake him at a fixed time.
Yet at this moment, he had not slept enough.
This sleep was a psychological habit rather than a physiological need.
It was like someone being accustomed to drinking. Their body did not actually need alcohol at all.
When the servant woke him according to his instructions, Zhao Qingyu immediately flew into a rage.
"Why are you waking me up so early?"
With a casual stretch of his hand, he released a strand of divine power and killed the pitiful servant.
The servant was smashed into a pulp on the spot, then turned into a pile of ashes the next moment.
It truly fit the saying: "With a wave of my hand, you become a pile of bones."
If the servant had been an Ordinary Person, he would have been extremely cautious before someone as powerful as a deity.
Seeing that Zhao