"Thieving heavens," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"That depends on how you put it. There are many distinctions even among thieving heavens.
"It is merely that the people of the world do not understand them and lump them all together."
The World Creation Power in his hand was indeed real, but only Xu Zimo knew that it came from his own Divine Continent.
It was not the World Creation Power of the Nine Domains.
Once He Feiyang used this power to reincarnate and cultivate anew, he would no longer belong to the Nine Domains, but would become a person of Xu Zimo's Divine Continent.
In other words, the other man's fate would be held in the hands of Xu Zimo, the creator of the Divine Continent.
This was one of Xu Zimo's experiments—or rather, the conquest of the Nine Domains would begin with He Feiyang.
Looking at the World Creation Power in Xu Zimo's hand, both real and illusory,
He Feiyang could scarcely believe it.
"Where did you get this thing?"
"Why ask so much? Do you want it or not?" Xu Zimo said.
"Yes. As long as it lets me successfully become a Saint King, I will give you the rest of the inheritance," He Feiyang nodded.
At this moment, he could no longer care whether there was a conspiracy behind it.
To become a Saint King, for this very day, he had prepared for countless years.
He had even developed a heart demon within himself.
"Sit cross-legged. Break through however you need to," Xu Zimo said.
"I'll give you the World Creation Power when the time is right."
He Feiyang nodded. At this point, he could only choose to trust Xu Zimo.
Sitting cross-legged in the void, Purple Cloud Qi stretched across a hundred thousand