A faint surge of power swept through the cultivation chamber where Qingyi sat cross-legged.
For a brief moment, the air trembled and boiled around him. The light from the Qi crystals embedded in the walls flickered, throwing restless shadows across the stone floor, before everything settled down again.
Slowly, Qingyi's eyes opened.
"Ah… finally, the realm of the Cosmic Emperor…" He exhaled with a satisfied smile. "System, I'm not far from reaching the realm of the Celestial Emperor and being ready to create a body for you, hahaha."
Honestly, at that very moment, he already had enough power to create a body for the System.
The problem was that the System wasn't exactly a simple entity.
She had been born from the union and sacrifice of the souls of several Celestial Empresses. That soul, woven from so many others, was as powerful as Qingyi's own.
He needed to craft an extremely powerful body to contain her, and he didn't want to make a mistake out of haste.
