The Emperor nurtured low-level True Gods to bolster his Celestial Dao, a plan that could be called perfect, proving he was a strategist with meticulous layers of planning.
Yet, despite countless simulations, he never anticipated one absurd outcome.
His feverish cultivation of low-level True Gods inadvertently fueled Li Qing's growth just as fervently.
After all, each emergence of a True God was another Life Ring for Li Qing.
This led to a surge to over four thousand Life Rings, astonishingly still increasing every moment.
Pu chi!
The Emperor spewed mouthfuls of blood, futilely wiping it with a handkerchief, muttering helplessly:
"Now, Nokron's Realm is like the second hand of a digital clock, steadily advancing. What state is this? What creature?"
Poof! Poof!
He couldn't hold back anymore, gasping heavily and coughing blood, his whole body a bloody mess from sheer fear, not injury.
