"Qin Heng had already reached such heights..."
Pan Hong and the others' impression of the words "God Nation" still rested on something vast and boundless, encompassing all things—the greatest unit of power in the universe.
Qin Heng was very strong; they all knew that. But in their understanding, Qin Heng was now a Saint Emperor. Even if he wanted to expand his territory, it should only be on the level of the Juegu Dynasty. They had never imagined a God Nation ten thousand times larger than an imperial dynasty.
Qin Heng, however, felt deeply about it. With Dong Huaiyue's reminder, he immediately thought of the Ten Emperors Hall, the realm-ruling powerhouses of the Nine Great God Kingdoms, and the countless Eternal experts scattered throughout each God Nation.
"If I establish a God Nation in the future, I'll indeed need a solid foundation of people. Otherwise, I'd have to handle everything personally. Even a true god wouldn't have enough energy for that. And... our relatives and friends have given so much over these years. It's time to take them to enjoy some higher-level opportunities and come into contact with the deeper Eternal Great Dao," Qin Heng thought.
Over all these years, he had seen every contribution Wang Daoyi, Chen Yao, Pan Hong, Qin Yuan, Qin Tai, and the others had made.
Not one of them had entered the Eternal Realm. Partly, it was due to limitations in talent; another reason was that their busy duties had delayed their cultivation and enlightenment.
As a powerhouse of their own clan, Qin Heng felt it was his responsibility to give them some tangible encouragement!
He said loudly, "Sister Yue is right. Our people, our civilization, need a stronger foundation. I still have more than a hundred Earth years of vacation left. During this time,