"Are those two little girls going to build the Abyss World again?" Li Qing merely smiled when he saw this.
He wasn't surprised by the two girls' talents.
After the development of the Cosmic Era, those people had basically all eaten immortal herbs and seized the aptitudes of the strong. Even the weakest among them now had an aptitude of 105. This included Li Qing's two maids.
Their original aptitudes of just over 90 had risen to their current levels. One could say that opportunity was more important than innate talent.
Of course, aptitudes around 105 were merely average among the younger generation of Ancient Gods on this Origin Continent. They could not even be called outstanding.
Among the countless Myriad Worlds—Xuanhuan, magic, Xianxia—how could those who crossed over one world after another, traveled to the end, and ascended here be simple characters?
Over these past few hundred years, with one day equaling five thousand years, millions of new-generation Ancient Gods with aptitudes around 102 to 107 had ascended under that enormous population base!
It was just that compared to the 2.8 billion of old, they were still worlds apart.
But this was only natural. How could he compete with others' historical accumulation and foundations?
The talent pool was seriously lacking!
But he didn't have much time left either. He couldn't wait until they had piled up 2.8 billion people.
If he waited for that kind of peak era, when talents abounded, the daylilies would have gone cold.
He would have long since been assimilated by the universe. By then, he, the mastermind behind the scenes, would have fallen, and the universe would be completely free.
He would become the hero of an era, worthy of song and tears, pouring out his heart and soul for the development of the