"Phew!"
Chen Chang'an exhaled a turbid breath, having cultivated for over a decade once again.
However, the results this time far surpassed his previous secluded training session in the Flowing Cloud Domain.
It had to be said—the power of the World's Origin was truly formidable, elevating Chen Chang'an's already monstrous cultivation speed to even more absurd heights.
"Peak Immortal King!"
"I never expected to reach the Peak Immortal King realm so quickly."
Originally, Chen Chang'an had assumed it would take him another fifty years to break through to this level.
Yet, he had achieved it in just over a decade—though much of the credit went to the abundant resources gifted to him by Hu Tianjiao. Without them, such rapid progress would have been impossible.
With no shortage of resources and an unparalleled cultivation speed, Chen Chang'an's breakthroughs had become significantly easier.
However, the stockpile that should have lasted him three to five hundred years now seemed barely enough for fifty—perhaps even less than thirty.
"Tch."
"Still not enough. Hu Tianjiao was pretty stingy, wasn’t she?"
"No matter. I’ll just collect a little from each household—small amounts add up."
Nearby, the Tree God silently observed Chen Chang'an, equally astonished by his cultivation speed.
After all, this was a leap from the Celestial Immortal realm to the Immortal King realm. Across the entire Ancient Immortal Domain, who else could accomplish such a feat in such a short time?
"I can sense the terrifying energy contained within your body now."
"Though your cultivation is at the Peak Immortal King realm, your strength has likely reached a horrifying level."
"You could even… contend with an Immortal Emperor."
His strength was already comparable to an Immortal Emperor?
But Chen Chang'an suspected it wasn’t just a matter of being able to fight one.
This was without even utilizing the Law of Force. If he unleashed it, his power would become even more overwhelming.
"By the way, you mentioned you’d follow me from now on."
"Can you leave this place now?"
"Didn’t you say you were trapped here?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"I was. But now… it can’t hold me anymore."
It couldn’t hold her now? What did that mean?
Had this mysterious space lost its power to restrain the Tree God?
"I emerged alongside the Ancient Immortal Domain, yet from the moment of my birth, I was imprisoned here."
"How many years have passed? I no longer remember."
"It was the World’s Origin power within me that made escape impossible."
"Now that I’ve given all of it to you, I can feel the restraints fading away."
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an was stunned. So, she had been trapped because of the World’s Origin power?
Did that mean… now that he possessed it, he would—
No!
He felt no such restrictions binding him!
"You’re fine."
"The restraint only applied to me."
"I had considered transferring the Origin power before, but there was no suitable candidate."
"No one else… was worthy of it."
After the Tree God’s explanation, Chen Chang'an finally relaxed. Otherwise, life would have been unbearably stifling—no different from imprisonment.
"I… truly long to see the outside world."
"Though I could sense its changes, I’ve never witnessed them with my own eyes."
"Oh, should I… give myself a name?"
The Tree God—now brimming with excitement and anticipation—seemed almost childlike.
Despite her ancient existence, having never left this place, her temperament still carried a hint of innocence.
"You really should. It’ll be more convenient."
"Do you have any preferences?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Ah…"
The Tree God shook her head blankly before turning to him. "How about you name me?"
"Sure."
"That’s easy."
"How about… Qingqing?"
"Chen Qingqing—what do you think?"
Chen Qingqing?
The Tree God pondered the name carefully before smiling and nodding.
"Good. From now on, I am Chen Qingqing."
"Shall we go?"
"Let’s."
As Chen Chang'an and Chen Qingqing stepped out of the mysterious space, he noticed the black stone outside suddenly transforming into a streak of black light—shooting straight into his body.
The abruptness of it left him no time to react, let alone resist.
"Don’t worry."
"Now that you possess the World’s Origin power, this space has likely merged with your body."
"A nascent miniature world has formed within you."
"If you gather more World’s Origin power, this inner world will gradually expand and mature."
"It will also provide you with an endless supply of energy and strength."
Chen Chang'an was stunned. A world could be nurtured inside his body?
Then what about the Ancient Immortal Domain? Could it, too, be a miniature world within some supreme expert’s body?
"This feels… strange."
Upon inspecting himself, he found a small black ring of energy within—though still quite limited in size.
Within it lay the very space that had once imprisoned Chen Qingqing. Yet, he hadn’t realized until now that this space was the embryonic form of a miniature world.
"Once this world develops and life emerges within it… does that mean I’ll be ‘pregnant’?" Chen Chang'an asked wryly.
"Pregnant… I don’t understand."
"But you will hold dominion over all within this world—their lives and deaths."
"For you are its Creator."
"Every life born of this realm will revere you as their sovereign. In a way… they will be your descendants."
What the hell?!
How was this fair? Suddenly becoming the progenitor of an entire world?
This was even more absurd than pregnancy.
"But how exactly does one obtain World’s Origin power?"
"And once my inner world stabilizes and life emerges… are the benefits really just limited to what you’ve described?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
"Acquiring World’s Origin power isn’t easy. But now that you possess a nascent world, you can absorb fragments of shattered worlds to nurture your own."
"Beyond providing energy and strength, this miniature world also serves as an immense storage space."
"Whether people or objects—you can store them all within."
Chen Chang'an nodded. That was indeed an incredible advantage.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed.
"Then… is the Ancient Immortal Domain itself just a miniature world within some supreme expert’s body?"
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g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
