Yet as their power spilled away, the gods discovered that the distinct marks upon them were steadily blurring.
The alignment grid that had existed since they first gained awareness was being rubbed away, vanishing bit by bit.
And as beings dependent on the power of alignment, their strength gushed away along with its disappearance.
Ling Qing, who bore the brunt of it, also sensed the change in alignment. But from the moment he entered this world, he had merely been wearing a layer of skin.
The disappearance of alignment did not affect him much.
Instead, the power pouring forth let him sense the aura of "chaos."
This was real power, unlike the illusory power of the crystal-wall world.
It was the foundation that made up this world.
Ling Qing understood in an instant.
Sigil truly was the center of the entire plane, the entire world.
But it was not a prison. It was a warehouse—a warehouse that locked away primal chaos energy.
The crystal-wall world was inherently deficient. Unlike the Great Wilderness Realm, it could not blast open primal chaos energy, giving rise to sufficient earth, water, wind, and fire, generating boundless primordial energy to form a world.
Thus, Ao, the World-Opening Primordial Spirit of the crystal-wall world, much like Huang, gathered up that primal chaos energy and condensed it into a core like a Chaos Mystic Embryo.
Then, beyond that core, he used aspiration and faith to construct an illusory world born from "reality."
Once he refined this world from falsehood into truth, all Dao and information would converge within that Chaos Mystic Embryo-like core.
Then, through a single act of creation, a true world would be born.
But refining a complete world from a dreamlike bubble and fleeting shadow into reality required an unimaginable expenditure of time, effort,