After absorbing these Earth Vein Incarnations, if Styx wished, he could even recreate the Styx Realm in the likeness of the Great Wilderness, one-to-one.
It was simply that Styx had no desire to do so. After all, as time passed, the value of the World Tree was only continuing to rise.
The Great Wilderness had now advanced into an Eternal True Realm. Even with Pangu, its Creation God, presiding over it, its development would inevitably slow in the future.
But the Styx Realm was different. With the ample supply of resources and Great Dao Merit within it, the World Tree itself was continuously advancing in rank.
It could now even bear Great Thousand Worlds without end. As time went on, the World Tree's foundation would only grow ever more profound.
Once it reached a certain level, mass-producing Origin Worlds and Eternal True Realms might not be impossible.
If it truly came to that, Styx's strength might one day genuinely catch up to the Primordial Great Dao.
To any ambitious world master, the World Tree was an absolute supreme sacred artifact—the kind one would not trade even for a Chaos Bead.
At that thought, Styx could not help casting a furtive glance at Great God Pangu, inwardly wondering what this man had been thinking back then.
He had actually been capable of doing something as absurd as splitting the World Tree with an axe. Did he truly think his own fleshly body could grow without limit like the World Tree?
Even if it could, his body would never produce worlds as prolifically as the World Tree. What a monstrous waste of heaven's gifts.
He wondered whether, once Great God Pangu learned of the foundation behind the Styx Realm's development, he would slap himself hard in the face in the dead of