The figure was far too terrifying, far too mysterious. He thought back over the mighty beings of the Primordial World, but apart from the Dao Ancestor, he truly could not find anyone who matched him.
That only made him all the more curious!
"The resources you need will be delivered when appropriate. Do your work properly. Once the task is complete, you can leave. Don't slack off, or if I catch you, you're finished."
After warning Lingji Bodhisattva, the figure vanished without a trace.
Lingji Bodhisattva stared for a moment, then let out a long sigh and glanced at the Yellow Wind Monster. Fortunately, he had someone to relieve his boredom. Otherwise, spending hundreds of thousands of years-or even longer-here alone would drive even a Bodhisattva mad.
"Let's go look at those ten Small Worlds!"
Helpless, Lingji Bodhisattva turned and stepped toward the worlds that figure had constructed. Upon entering one, the corners of his mouth twitched violently. He wanted to cry but had no tears. How was this newly constructed place a Small World? Its sheer expanse was fucking comparable to half the Primordial World.
Forget developing it into a flourishing Buddha Kingdom in a few hundred thousand years. He would probably have to multiply that figure several hundred times to manage it!
And there were... ten of them!
"Fellow Daoist, wait..."
Lingji Bodhisattva turned and rushed out, calling loudly. Couldn't he make them a little smaller?
After leaving the Chaos Pearl, Lin Tian brushed his sleeve, a faint smile on his face.
Naturally, the figure who had captured Lingji Bodhisattva had been a form he assumed using the Nine-Nine Mystic Art.
To develop a million worlds within the Chaos Pearl and achieve the splendor of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, he needed countless workers. If he gave a