"You're asking me what this world's Heavenly Dao is like? You ask me, but who am I supposed to ask?"
"The universe perishes, and the Cosmic Emperor is born. In a single thought, he restores the myriad worlds."
"The Cosmic Emperor embraces the complete natural universe and gains an existence that transcends the universe itself. As long as even one of his Anchor Points survives, then even if the universe begins to crumble from its very origins, he can use that Anchor Point to exchange places with the destroyed universe and bring everything back. The two support each other, nested inside each other like dolls. Isn't that lovely?"
"But this world's Heavenly Dao has never paid me any attention! It doesn't even care if it collapses and dies at the Root! It's a fucking slacker!"
"See those countless universes? They were in the middle of a chaotic party until it barged in and forcibly dragged them over!"
"It causes trouble, and I foot the bill. Got it?"
"If I didn't have a blood-deep feud to settle, I'd take everyone and get the hell out!"
What followed was a stream of complaints. It was understandable enough. Imagine being Zhuge Liang, except your emperor wasn't Adou—he was the Ming dynasty's God of Combat.
No, that wasn't quite right. At least the Ming dynasty's God of Combat had wanted to climb the ranks.
The consciousness of their world, meanwhile, definitely existed, but it was a slacker who reacted to nothing.
As Tony put it, before his push for the ultimate level, the Cosmic Emperor and the Heavenly Daos of other worlds had all made their arrangements. Everyone had their pots on the fire and water boiling, one step away from tossing this universe in as the sacrifice. The slacker hadn't cared about that,