The world he had created was hollow, without a soul.
In the end, he discovered that so-called space... was merely the most fundamental attribute making up a world.
Beyond space, there were countless other things needed.
The ten ancient gods had each taken a different path, yet in the end, all had been utterly wiped out. Not a single one had reached success.
Xu Zimo sensed the message sent by those Eyes of Space.
He could not help but feel deeply moved.
In those turbulent years, within the ancient River of Time, there had been a group of people who transcended themselves, treading roads no one before them had ever walked.
They had pursued the Great Dao of immortality, the Great Dao of transcendence.
It was something vast and earth-shaking, yet also mournful.
Everything passed like galloping horses glimpsed through flowers. In the end, Xu Zimo's vision came to an abrupt halt, and he returned to reality once more.
He saw the inheritance belonging to the Ancient God of Space leap toward him.
This inheritance was incredibly eager.
Especially for him. Inheritance could originally be obtained by anyone, so long as they comprehended space and earned the Ancient God's recognition.
But because Xu Zimo already possessed the inheritances of other ancient gods,
the Ancient God of Space, Di Jiang, held him in exceptionally high regard.
Among ancient gods, they could be said to cherish one another as kindred spirits.
They were all beings for whom hearing the Dao in the morning meant they could die content in the evening.
The wills attached to the inheritances they left behind were the same.
When the inheritance entered Xu Zimo's body,
he discovered that his understanding and application of space had suddenly become different.
He could clearly and precisely perceive this change.
He