The so-called God Palace was an enormous entity that granted beings the position of a god. Any creature that wanted to become a god had to earn the God Palace's recognition and blessing before it could wield a god's abilities. There were many kinds of gods, such as Combat Gods, Civilization Gods, and Transmission Gods.
Here, the word "god" still carried a certain grandeur, but it had lost its aura of omnipotence. Even mortals could make gods do certain things, so long as they paid a sufficient price.
And the price gods needed most here was time.
Every creature had its own time, and mortals had mortal time.
Time had been quantified.
Lu Yin gazed at the profound starry sky. Quantifying time required time, which reminded him of how the Main River of Time had disrupted time in his Cubic Distance. It had been harvesting time as well.
He also thought of Wang Wen's words: the Cubic Distance where they lived was chaotic. Even a fishing civilization like the God Realm Civilization had failed and withdrawn. That place was entirely different from this one.
It seemed he really would have to learn more about it.
Lu Yin agreed to grant them time and told them to wait nearby.
The group did not doubt him. They were in no position to. Especially after seeing Lu Yin take one step and vanish, then take another and reappear, they understood perfectly: they were not surrounding this creature. It had simply chosen not to leave.
From the very beginning, Lu Yin had held the initiative.
As the creatures moved away, Lu Yin raised his hand. Xiang City rested in his palm, so tiny it was almost invisible.
Who could have imagined that something so small could encompass and carry away two universes and everything