"Creation..."
Chu Mu murmured to himself.
At this moment, what had once been as elusive as flowers glimpsed through mist—the realm beyond the ninth tier—had become incomparably clear.
Ascending to immortality at the ninth tier was a Rule Path of seeking out rules, mastering rules, and reaching the ultimate extremity of rules.
And beyond the ninth tier lay Creation!
With a single thought, rules arose; with a single thought, rules perished.
Create the myriad, then gather it back into oneself.
It was a path of uniqueness.
That was: I alone, the one and only.
Chu Mu slowly calmed the indescribable mighty power surging within him.
A brief period of seclusion, and several thousand years slipped away without a sound.
On this day, the Myriad Races Competition in the New World remained deadlocked, growing ever fiercer.
And it was also on this day, after who knew how many years and seasons had passed,
that Chu Mu once more set foot in the Real World.
Because of the birth of this New World, the Real World's restraints upon the extraordinary had been almost completely shattered.
But this clearly did not mean that the Real World would wholly shift from the mundane into the extraordinary.
It merely meant that the restraints of real time-space upon the extraordinary were no longer as absolute and terrifying as before.
Across the vast universe, the mighty power of the mundane still blanketed it like an impenetrable net.
This New World could only be considered an exception.
If the extraordinary were to arise in other regions of the vast universe, they could only rely on the natural evolution of long years.
But to the Chu Mu of this moment, such matters were of little consequence.
With the birth of the New World, an indelible mark had already been