Yang Yu set himself a small goal of one hundred million.
If that thought reached the Primordial Land, even True Gods would probably freeze on the spot.
One hundred million units of Eternal Power—who would have dared to even think about that before?
But to the current Yang Yu, this really was only the beginning.
He rose and walked to the window of Dominator Hall.
Outside the window, there was no longer the same deathly silent Void as before.
After the eighteen Hongmeng Grand Worlds of the Skyvault Star Region merged in, the Abyss had expanded another round, becoming so vast that its borders were nearly impossible to see.
It was like a colossal beast that could not stop feeding, swallowing everything around it, digesting it, dismantling it, and turning it into part of itself.
The current Abyss could no longer be described as a mere Hongmeng Grand World.
It was more like a superworld assembled, fused, and reforged from countless grand worlds.
Its territory was terrifyingly vast, and the combined number of resident Name Holders and native inhabitants was even more astonishing.
Yet Yang Yu was still dissatisfied.
"Wanji."
"Your subordinate is here." The God of All Machines' voice immediately rang out.
"The Origin output of these newly merged grand worlds is too slow."
Yang Yu looked outside the window, his brows slightly furrowed.
"That half-existent, half-nonexistent Superposition Hongmeng is a waste to keep. Turn Non-Existence into existence, and spread the continents out for me."
The God of All Machines' core spun at high speed, and he quickly understood Yang Yu's meaning.
[Command confirmed. Executing Superposition Hongmeng transformation and continentalization transformation.] [Estimated consumption: 3.2 million trillion units of Abyss Origin.] [Execute?]
"Execute."
Yang Yu did not hesitate in the slightest.
To the current Abyss, that amount of