Come with Me, Queen Mother of the West

The Eighteen-Headed Dharma Form.

Ye Zhuo integrated it into his Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, making it even more powerful.

Before long, Ye Zhuo shook his heads. The eighteen heads he had grown gave both the Queen Mother of the West and King Mu of Zhou a fright. Was he even human?

No.

He had never been human in the first place. Ye Zhuo was the Creator God of legend, who had created heaven, earth, and all things.

Those monster gods walked among mortals, constantly gathering human faith and stealing believers, all to accumulate enough power of faith to become a new Creator God.

But how could they understand that no amount of incense power could make them a Creator God? Even merging with heaven and earth was nothing but a dream.

Only power that truly belonged to oneself could accomplish everything.

Ye Zhuo had long since understood this as well.

Even with a system, he kept learning on his own. The skills, Daoist scriptures, and divine abilities he had mastered were all real and tangible.

One day.

The Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Technique would emerge, and once attained, its realization would endure forever, making him a supreme powerhouse of the Highest World!

Used well, a system was a tool. Used poorly, it made you its slave.

Across the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, there were surely plenty of people with all kinds of systems.

Their power rivaled divine abilities and the wonders of creation, yet how many people stopped striving once they obtained one?

Ye Zhuo sighed inwardly, his hands swiftly forming seals as he integrated this divine ability into the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Technique as well.

Then he circulated the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Technique dozens of times from beginning to end.

Only then did he open his