It was nothing like an infant's labored trembling. It was unhurried, natural, like someone gently called awake.
Its eyes opened.
Two pupils. Not dark red, but deep blue. The light of laws flowing within them had a cool hue.
It saw Chen Hao.
Its gaze rested on Chen Hao for one breath. In that breath, Chen Hao felt it scan the structure of his laws... an Origin True God. The three thousand great ways. Complete.
There was no hostility in its gaze, no wariness.
It simply looked him over.
Then... it nodded.
Very lightly. Barely perceptible. It said nothing.
It was a greeting.
A greeting between two Origin True Gods was just that simple.
Chen Hao returned a nod of the same depth.
It withdrew its gaze and closed its eyes again, resuming its meditation.
Chen Hao's Godhead avatar hovered in the starfield, looking around a little longer.
The third of those eight planets held a civilization.
There were city lights, aircraft traveling through the atmosphere. There were energy fluctuations. Cultivators.
His younger sister was there.
The anchor pointed precisely to that planet.
Chen Hao withdrew his Godhead avatar.
His consciousness returned to his main body.
He was still standing in that barren region. The sun and Blue Star revolved quietly inside him.
Two thousand five hundred light-years.
That distance was no longer an insurmountable gulf to him.
With the Space Law Origin in hand, he could tear through space and establish a passage. At the fastest, he could arrive in a month.
But he did not move.
Because a problem had occurred to him.
The Solar System was inside him. Blue Star, the moon, the sun—all of them were inside him.
If he tore through space and traveled through a passage, the Solar System inside him would not withstand