This temporal rift was different from ordinary rifts. It looked like everything had been blurred into a single mass, and several demon immortals and divine immortals were sitting nearby, resting.
When they saw me arrive, several groups stood up. Some looked astonished, while others were utterly shocked.
"F-Father God? How... how is that possible?"
"Could... could he be an impostor?"
"Who would dare impersonate the Holy Father? Do they not want to live? Do they not know they would be struck by lightning from Heaven?"
"Within the laws, impersonation is absolutely impossible!"
"Even if someone looked similar, they would still be identical to the laws! Under Heaven, there is no second Holy Father!"
"What an ignorant bunch of fools! Holy Father!"
A group of male and female divine immortals and demon immortals instantly dropped to their knees, their faces filled with reverence.
Many of these men and women were handsome or beautiful. They had probably come here to explore. Anyone capable of entering this land of rifts was a top-tier combatant from a universe that had proven the Dao, so naturally, their knowledge and ideas differed from those of ordinary people.
Whether they were demons or gods, I treated them all equally. Their forms of address differed, but they were all my subjects in the end.
I waved my hand, sending out more than a dozen streams of destiny, and said, "Meeting me is your opportunity. I am giving each of you a stream of substitute destiny. If you encounter death, it can die in your place. Of course, it can only be used once, so be careful not to use it for evil."
The people below cried out their thanks like a surging mountain.
I nodded, looked toward one of the groups, and asked, "Why are you guarding this