Dongguan was somewhat stunned when he heard the artifact spirit tell him to sit on the throne, because the artifact spirit had initially stood beside it like an attendant.
He had originally thought that, like the Original Ancestor's seat at the Supreme Council, it belonged exclusively to the former Sunfall True God.
But after he sat on the throne and inserted the flagpole in his hand into the socket on the armrest, a sense of connection washed over him.
It was like refining a Supreme Treasure. At that moment, it felt as though a Supreme Treasure were actively courting his favor, offering itself up for him to refine.
Glancing at the artifact spirit floating quietly beside him, Dongguan closed his eyes and gradually followed that feeling, beginning to refine that "Supreme Treasure."
The phantom flag reappeared on the flagpole and seemed to be growing increasingly solid, but it was only a tendency.
Meanwhile, Dongguan's perception was expanding, from the hall beneath his feet to the entire palace, underground, and ever farther outward, until it encompassed this whole world.
He finally confirmed the size of this "world."
Viewed from outside, the entire world should have been a huge sphere 1.0081 trillion kilometers across, with this continent being only one part of it.
The world's actual diameter was slightly greater than one light-year.
At that moment, he felt as though this "world" were another body of his.
If a body this large consisted entirely of divine power, then apart from the Nine Nether Sea, there would be no other existence in the Primal Universe that surpassed it in size.
Of course, that was not the case. It was massive but unwieldy. Dongguan's control over this world felt extremely stiff, like being bedridden with paralysis: he could sense it, but controlling it was