Feng Qianxue becoming a god caused quite a stir throughout the universe.
Four new gods in a single epoch—it was truly shocking. Topics related to the Soul Dimension continued to be discussed every day for decades, even centuries.
Qin Heng did not care about any of that. His main focus was now on his true body, within the Chaos Sea.
Inside the Absolute Abyss, he held the complete Ancient Ink and sat quietly, studying it.
His divine sense transformed into tiny avatars that crawled over Ancient Ink, observing and pondering it.
Incomparably tiny Chaos particles were packed tightly together, forming this ancient object whose density rivaled that of a cosmic Singularity, perhaps even surpassing it.
"Turn into a blade." Qin Heng's thoughts shifted as he activated Ancient Ink's power.
Ancient Ink changed slightly, becoming a tiny shortsword. Its edge flickered as it fired an invisible force into the distance, leaving a slender fissure dozens of light-years deep in the chaos of the Absolute Abyss.
"Turn into a bulwark." Qin Heng controlled it and continued its transformation.
A dark golden sheen flowed over it as Ancient Ink stretched out, becoming an iron sphere that enveloped Qin Heng.
The barrier looked very thin, as though it would break at a poke. Yet its special material destined it to possess a toughness no True God could shake. Like the Giant God Coffin, no matter how long it was left there, it would not change in the slightest.
"Restore."
Qin Heng returned Ancient Ink to its original form.
Looking at the treasure in his hand, capable of countless transformations, he felt no joy.
I cannot control this thing at all. I can only ask it to act according to my wishes. Qin Heng felt a sense of powerlessness.
After becoming a god, every supreme