Chaos had just begun, and myriad phenomena were renewed.
Standing atop Myriad Manifestations Divine Mountain at the center of the Myriad Manifestations God Realm, Qin Mo looked down upon the world that belonged to him. The sky held gentle nine-colored flowing lights, drifting slowly like an aurora—manifestations of laws that had yet to fully stabilize. The land beneath his feet was solid and vast, with mountains, rivers, and lakes beginning to take shape, though many details remained blurred, like a grand painting that had only just been given its base colors and had yet to be finely rendered.
The air was thick with extraordinarily dense Innate Divine Power. Every breath left one feeling refreshed, yet this divine power seemed somewhat "scattered," unable to fully blend into every inch and corner of the God Realm. In the distance, streams formed from condensed divine light flowed through empty space, while fragments of laws fluttered like fireflies. When they occasionally collided, they stirred up small Energy Ripples, revealing the instability of the rules.
"This is... my God Realm." Qin Mo murmured softly. There was a trace of exhaustion in his voice, but even more than that, an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and a heavy burden of responsibility.
Creating a God Realm was not a one-and-done task. On the contrary, this was only the beginning. A newborn infant needed careful nurturing to grow. The same was true of a God Realm. It needed stable rules to support the operation of all things, a clear divine office system to govern order, and more energy to absorb so it could expand and strengthen.
He slowly closed his eyes, and his divine sense spread across the entire God Realm like spilled mercury in an instant. He could "see" the endless chaotic void beyond the Spatial Barrier, where