"What? Then what is it?" Cang Shen was immediately puzzled.
Phantom God turned her gaze toward me. She too was assessing my abilities.
"There is one more possibility: the Great Celestial Minister was originally a Great True Spirit. Only if it had originally been one of the Child Spirits could it explain how it lent us power through stellar projections of the Heavenly Dao's laws. And the Myriad Races who entered this realm may already have become races transformed into Child Spirits." I gave a cold smile.
"You are indeed the sovereign of the Myriad Races whom I chose." Phantom God's pupils contracted. Clearly, even she had not expected this.
"What is there to guess? If I were a Child Spirit, rather than blocking the flood, I would guide it. Rather than wait for the Heavenly Dao to be torn open, I would open it up and reap the fisherman's profit. So long as I occupied the Heavenly Dao's laws, simulated the lending of laws, disguised myself as the Great Celestial Minister, and bestowed methods for borrowing laws, I could then control the war between the Myriad Races and my own kind. Naturally, I could sit securely on the fishing platform and control the entire Star God Heaven. Why fight my own people to the death?" I said without concealing anything.
Phantom God and Death Prison Seat Da Chuling were both dumbfounded. Cang Shen was even startled into a cold sweat by my words. It seemed my conjecture had not only struck deep, but was also difficult to refute.
"What you say is not wrong. Though we Child Spirits can neither die nor be destroyed—so long as the laws remain, we may live forever—in the course of life and death, the laws are also reshaped. Once we fall into such