The Gigantic Calculation

This vicious scheme was to make Yang Pan and the others fight until both sides were ruined. The Central World also had forces that rebelled against the government. Ding... ding... ding-ding-ding-ding... In other words, the Central World still had roughly thirty to fifty peak Human Immortals of martial arts, besides those old monsters from aristocratic families who cultivated in seclusion. A straight passage stretched through boundless distance, and at its far end, a beautiful river of stars could vaguely be seen. Xu Yi threw back his head and laughed, his body transforming into a rainbow as he tore through the air. Yang Pan had taken this opportunity to open a path to Heaven Beyond Heaven. From Heaven Beyond Heaven's Central World, there were now eleven experts at the Creator level or above who had emerged. Yet having absorbed the War Minister's memories, Hong Yi knew that there were far more Creators than these few. And Xi could calculate it all: in a single instant, hundreds of billions of realizations—something no expert could possibly learn. Pfft! "And what about the Essence Spirit Temple's Pope, Xu Feihong? She is also a Creator." Auspicious Heaven said. Yang Pan could make mistakes in handling affairs, but Xi absolutely would not. With a turn of his thoughts, Xu Yi had already plotted out a vicious scheme to perfection, seamless as heaven's own garment. Thus, with the movement of Yang Pan's thoughts, the Boat of Creation became like a great air sac, constantly shrinking, swelling, collapsing, and spewing, churning this turbulent void into utter chaos. As it shrank, space violently collapsed. All matter, vital energy, spirit... everything and anything, tangible or intangible, condensed toward the center of the vessel. In the War Minister's memories, one peak Human Immortal would be born, on average, for every two