Yang Mei furrowed his brow, feeling that the novels in the Three Xiao Bookshop were anything but simple.
As the Space Demon God, he had always been thinking about how to find a place where he could remain unharmed amid the evolution of this Primordial World reincarnation.
Originally, he had planned to venture beyond Chaos in search of one.
Chaos was boundless. In his view, he would eventually find a space untouched by the Immeasurable Calamity.
However.
Reality was cruel.
So far, every space he had found had unquestionably perished along with everything else after the Immeasurable Calamity descended.
Yet these novels before him had suddenly given him inspiration.
The worlds in the Three Xiao Sisters' novels were all fictional settings.
Who said fictional settings could not be spaces?
If one of those spaces could accommodate Yang Mei, the Space Demon God, perhaps the result would be different.
Oh.
Ancestor Yang Mei seemed very interested in fictional worlds.
He appeared to be reading novels, but in truth, he was already subtly guiding space in the direction of fiction.
Zhou Qingqing's gaze shifted.
In the eyes of the Three Xiao Sisters, Yang Mei, the Space Demon God, might merely look like an old bookworm. But in the eyes of Zhou Qingqing, a Dao Venerable, it was entirely different.
The Three Pure Ones looked at one another.
Their disciple truly had quite the imagination.
What sort of space had Yang Mei, the Space Demon God, not seen? His understanding of the Space Great Dao was exceptionally thorough.
This was a being who had escaped death beneath Pangu's blade and had even beaten Hongjun in the early days. His understanding of space must have reached an utterly terrifying level.
They were both Chaos Demon Gods.
Even Shichen, the Time Demon God, could not