"Why not just go all out, scatter a bit more, and find even further space fragments?" Li Qing kept on roaming. With such a good place, only a fool would stop. As long as the upper limit allows it, as many cells as possible should be planted.

He kept Awakening, moving forward. Suddenly, his expression changed.

He didn't know how many days had passed and had walked a circle around the area.

He unexpectedly reached the upper limit of quantity!

Now, the number he controlled was already an enormous figure, showing how many unicellular organisms he had Awoken during this time.

"Forget it, let's end it here. Any more and it may become uncontrollable, potentially backfiring on me."

Li Qing initially thought so, but suddenly noticed a larger space fragment in the distance and hesitated for a moment.

Speaking of which, Herodotus and Atabia's strength might not only be because of their firstborn status; it could also be the absence of imprints.

The spiritual subordinate imprint might have limited their potential for nurturing.

This thing, while useful, may have side effects.

"Why not create a batch of unrestricted unicellular organisms? Once real geniuses appear, then capture them and imprint them? Just like the Atabians of the past?"

He came up with a bold idea.

After all, it's just a subspace fragment, not too many in number.

Besides, the entry and exit are located in my three-bedroom apartment, the only place that has ever disturbed space, an unstable position.

Other areas can't be entered.

Guarding the danger, suppressing it within the three-bedroom apartment, if an opponent does appear powerful, I can release Atabia, creating a Giant to pull off a can-like powerhouse in a few days, and then eliminate him.

Thinking it over, he still couldn't make up his mind, "Forget it, better go back first."

...

On the other side.

Sylvie continued walking on the land, declaring the boundaries of the world without hesitation.

Following His Majesty, observing this Wizard Era, overlooking their development was merely a journey across the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms.

"I see," Minis mused upon hearing this.

The potential upper limit of a race affects how far it can progress in the Several Rings of Demigod.

It seems, one must solidify foundational potential and not rush recklessly; otherwise, one risks falling behind others in the future.

Recalling past events, Minis suddenly exclaimed, "I see."

"What did you understand?" the Holy Dragon asked.

Minis replied, "Sects constructing small subspace Divine Countries is the right path! No wonder even the Ancient Gods divided their territories, building Churches in various Multi-Dimensional Worlds, fostering belief in themselves, absorbing qualified beings, and ascending them into the Divine Country to become their race, cultivating Demigods..."

Even though times have changed now.

With experienced teachers, mature experiences from past generations, even providing resources to break through to Demigod, how many even at the initial Demigod level can achieve this?

Very few.

Distorting a world with great fanfare, yet genuinely usable talents are few, resources are spread thin, it's not beneficial.

Simultaneously distorting one's own world, turning it into one race, ruins the diversity of the race, the potential of the world...

This method is only used when invading other worlds.

It's necessary to pinpoint and search for talents, allowing gods to descend during their Cultivation, leaving divine miracles, observing believers, distorting them into their race and fostering Demigods.

However, while speaking, Sylph from the neighboring Abyss had already acted, establishing the Witch Guild, and began nurturing followers.

Tukashi also started constructing the Paladin Church.

And Proeus took it a step further.

Establishing a Holy Church, proclaiming to be the Angel God, had prepared various factionalized races.

If believers are devout enough, they can become Blazing Angels, Wisdom Angels, Throne Angels, Power Angels... various divergent races, ascended into the Angel Divine Country.

The most ridiculous part is, that guy hadn't even broken through to Demigod yet, yet he had already paved the way for himself!

It is terrifyingly fast.

"They sure are fast," the Holy Dragon sighed, "The others have a think tank of hundreds analyzing together, you're all alone."

"Because you're unreliable," Minis shook his head.

Back when the Elf Gods in the trees were reduced to just him, he had already given up on seeking other friends, even other subordinates.

Currently, only this last old-era companion remained beside him, who only knew how to sleep.

Clearly, his aptitude was average but above-average among the Creation Gods back then.

"Ridiculous, who said I lack wisdom?"

Then, the Holy Dragon said, "I have already found the perfect breakthrough method."

Minis glanced at him, full of confidence, and couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

The Holy Dragon walked back and forth, hands behind his back, chest thrust forward, "The so-called Divine Country, is just a minor path, fraught with perils, full of misfortunes, pitiful!"

"I have a path, which can lead to the True God's Gate, without needing plunder, slaughter, nurturing clans, and can also supplement the Life Map."

The Holy Dragon said, "I want to create a truly long-lived race, as long as they live long enough, even if they only need to sleep, they will ascend from Demigod to True God."

Minis was momentarily frozen.

Theoretically, Demigods are ultimate life forms, constantly evolving, but without actively supplementing the Life Map fragments, they can't cross that realm even if they die of old age.

But this Holy Dragon was stubborn.

He expressed: Since the lifespan of ordinary Demigods is insufficient, I shall create a truly long-lived race, evolving constantly, living long enough to eventually supplement themselves autonomously.

One can only say, race is diverse.

This approach, seeking another path, does hold a sliver of possibility.

Holy Dragon said, "No slaughter, no war, peaceful coexistence, Ascension by slumber is my road."

"I think you just want to sleep," Minis said, quite helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed in the era.

The fervent development, various Churches, and sects seemed to spring forth in the Wizard World in an instant.

Some Legendary Wizards were also preparing ahead, knowing the influence of sects is not built overnight, establishing them in advance was the right move.

Meanwhile, various races were also secretly exerting force.

A race can produce one Demigod... producing a second will inevitably face suppression and attack from the first. Everyone wants to be the first.

Building Churches, striving for breakthrough, this is the goal of Legendary Wizards.

However, to all this, Sylvie, who continued traveling across the land, venturing into Subspace Secret Realms, and occasionally storytelling in taverns, commented:

"While others stockpile Churches, I cultivate. Others' Churches are nothing but my granary."

This statement led many Legendary Wizards to a revelation.

Indeed, what's the point of hastily cultivating Churches?

When others break through to Demigod, at that time seizing your Church and replacing it with their own, all the hard work in developing power becomes a bridal dress?

Without the strength, it is nothing but empty talk.

Thus, the fervor of the multiplying Churches began to calm down somewhat.

Yet, the unrest at the bottom did not affect the strongest at the top. Through the changes of the era, several titans finally completely broke through and became Demigods.

Meanwhile, the flesh-mountain life form that Minis had obtained had been completely researched.

"I have solidified my Realm enough, I can now open this subspace." Minis laughed aloud, joining forces with the Abyss side to enter this subspace world, to see the various Secret Realms of All Heavens inside.

In this era, one can finally witness other civilizations, other worlds.

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