"Judging by lifespan, this Ancient God of Light of mine is about to die."
Li Qing traveled a long way, walking among the Myriad Worlds.
In the eyes of the other ancient gods, the Myriad Worlds were like an unfathomable abyss in the deep sea, difficult to traverse. To him, however, they were like air beneath his feet, utterly unobstructed.
After all, even among Ninth Level Ancient Gods, there was a world of difference.
Picking nine out of three thousand and perfectly combining them into an extremely powerful heavenly-grade Great Dao cultivation technique was incredibly difficult to begin with.
"I've been in power for over a thousand years. All things considered, this life hasn't been bad."
Li Qing had not yet died of old age, but he was already writing his memoirs.
After all, this era truly was special—lifespans were short, and the cycles of change came swiftly.
Li Qing carefully calculated all his accomplishments.
He had discovered that in this life, he had opened the era of heavenly beings descending to the Lower Realm to reincarnate, giving rise to two divine systems.
He had also opened the era of the cosmic stars' existence.
And with the authority of light, he had pioneered the stellar language through which the gods of the universe could communicate.
Any one of these three great achievements, even if placed above the accomplishments of a certain generation's God King, would have been enough to make his name live on in history.
And each of these Cosmic Eras had lasted less than 250 years on average.
Although the first era of heavenly beings descending to the Lower Realm had been stolen, the two eras he had subsequently pioneered were enough to prove that his talent and brilliance had already reached the limits of the universe.
However,