Three Great Godhead Factions

From the perspective of the Ancient God of Light, today's towering buildings were far more convenient for the Church of Light's faith to spread across the entire universe.

Looking up, he saw stars blazing brilliantly, illuminating one celestial domain after another across the Myriad Worlds.

Yet those stars were still flashing madly.

It was still a marketplace, with the gods making a clamor, frantically expounding on the Dao and hurling abuse at one another. Clearly, this great Dao dispute before them was still ongoing.

Fifty million years had passed.

They had argued for a full fifty million years.

Li Qing yawned.

The vicissitudes of Vast Sea and mulberry fields had changed beyond recognition, but they had not affected the original convictions behind their ideas.

And the Ancient God of Light's ancient tree in the sky was still leading the debate. The main force of the disguised shills secretly trading insults had now grown to more than five hundred billion brain cells, densely seated along branching nerves.

Of course, that was because these brain cells were not immortal and would die. Each brain cell in the brain underwent renewal and iteration; otherwise, there would only have been more.

At that moment, they continued onward, touring and traversing the new Myriad Worlds, taking in the celestial scenery and the various factions along the way.

Although everything had been concentrated and transformed into palace after palace, the eyesight of existences at their level was not hindered in the slightest from viewing the scene of a world within each individual glass window of those buildings.

The two maids beside them were also staring through the windows of the towering buildings along the way, utterly fascinated.

After all, observing the small worlds at the bottom of this era made it easier to perceive the concrete