This was not some counterfeit that the Heavenly Grass Constellation had specially molded into human form, but a Child Spirit descending in its true station. Like those pollen dumplings of Heavenly Grass—who would dare praise such a thing?
"You may call me Phantom God. After all, your Myriad Races call my burial ground the Phantom God Seat." With every step the female Child Spirit took, the surrounding laws fell into a dazzling, ever-shifting state. If she wished, she could probably transform into any form.
In Star God Heaven, there were few intelligent beings who dared call themselves gods. The Myriad Races did not even dare claim that title, because gods were beings that upheld the Heavenly Dao.
Yet one who dared call herself Phantom God had surely reached the point where she could advance no further within the laws of that domain. She might even be powerful enough to forcibly seize the illusion laws of a Great True Spirit.
If such a being were paired with the extraordinary intelligence of a Child Spirit, it would not be an exaggeration to call her the supreme commander of the entire Child Spirit faction.
"Phantom God. Very well. I am willing to hear you out. Speak." I met her gaze levelly. Those violet eyes were deep and unfathomable, as though they contained endless star realms within them, their true nature impossible to discern.
"I have already investigated the changes in the Star Marrow Seat. That fellow Star Marrow's remains have transformed into laws, becoming the fertile soil of the entire new world. Yet its consciousness still exists within that new world, merely continuing its possibilities in another form rather than being destroyed altogether. Is that correct?" Once Phantom God stopped, the colorful silken laws of her star robe drifted toward me like willow