"Other sisters?" Xiao Wu blinked, surprised by Ye Feng's sudden declaration. "Who are they?"
Ye Feng smiled faintly. "You'll know soon enough."
This wasn't the place for what he intended. The Temple of the Gods—sacred and imposing—was not suited for spatial constructions.
With a wave of his hand, he transported everyone from the summit of the Divine Mountain to a vast loess plain. There, he tapped the storage ring on his finger, and ten towering stone pillars, each a hundred feet tall, materialized with a faint shimmer.
With a flick of his finger, he placed the pillars in a specific formation across the land.
Then, he released his power.
Space laws rippled around him as he infused his divine energy into each of the pillars. Glowing sigils activated, drawing energy from the void.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz...
The stone pillars resonated, layer upon layer of spatial energy forming concentric ripples.
An hour passed.
Suddenly, silver light surged and a massive vortex formed in the air. From within, a foreign yet vibrant vitality poured out.
Ye Feng turned and, using the same method, created a second vortex.
"It's ready."
He looked toward the gathered crowd—his women, his children, the gods of the Divine Realm—and asked with a faint smile, "Are you ready? Come with me—to the new world."
Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Poseidon, and the others all nodded.
With steady steps, Ye Feng entered the swirling silver vortex. The others followed in silence, their hearts pounding with curiosity.
They soared through the silver passageway for nearly ten minutes, until the light around them suddenly intensified.
The scene before them shifted.
"Where... is this?"
"What overwhelming divine power."
"And such dense star energy..."
Ye Feng turned to them, eyes gleaming. "This is Starfall Pavilion. What you feel is the star power drawn from the meteorite above us. And that—" He pointed upward. "That is your future home. The Heavenly Palace."
High above floated the colossal Fushan Mountain, larger than the entire Jiama Empire. Atop its towering form were golden-tiled palaces, glimmering in the starlight.
It wasn't alone.
Across the skies of Zhongzhou, more than 10,000 floating mountains drifted amidst the clouds, forming the legendary Ninety-Nine Heavens.
As Ye Feng arrived, brilliant streams of divine light descended from above.
"They're here," Ye Feng murmured.
"They?" Xiao Wu asked.
From Fushan and beyond, the divine lights converged. Each beam condensed into a figure before Ye Feng.
"We greet the Chaos Saint!"
They knelt on one knee, their faces filled with reverence.
At their front was a beautiful woman—elegant and proud, with azure feathers and a noble aura.
She was Ye Feng's mount—Mu Qingluan, of the Qingluan clan.
Soon, Zi Yan, Feng Qing'er, Ya Fei, Queen Medusa, and others arrived one after another.
"Feng, which of them are my sisters?" Queen Medusa asked, arching an eyebrow.
Ye Feng sighed. "There are too many to list. Just introduce yourselves. After that, you can each choose a floating mountain as your residence."
…
Moments later.
"Brother! Bad news!" Xiao Wu rushed over.
"The Ten Little Yamas are causing trouble again!"
"What now?"
"They've set up dozens of detention areas across the Douluo God Realm. Some of them are starting to act like little kings!"
…
"Feng, you laze around all day. Why don't you manage Di Jun?" Queen Medusa scolded.
"What's he done now?"
"He's out mingling with Xiao Yixian's students!"
"…Isn't that a good thing?"
"He's holding hands with a girl at that age! Is that normal?!"
…
Years later.
Ye Feng sat alone on a cloud, overlooking the massive structure that had once been the Ninety-Nine Heavens.
Because of his children's terrifying power, countless floating mountains had been destroyed.
Now, only eighty-six heavens remained.
"The Heavenly Palace… has shrunk," he muttered.
"The Douluo God Realm has been reshaped into a hellish plane by the Ten Little Yamas."
"And in the Tianxuan Continent, cultivators began refining the alien demonic energy. The Douqi Continent and God Realm now call it the Demon Realm."
…
Heaven. Hell. Demon Realm.
The Three Realms had taken form.
Ye Feng's heart stirred with emotion.
He had stepped back from managing the world for some time now. Yet the world he helped build had naturally evolved—toward something deeply familiar.
First came the emergence of mythological names: Di Jun, Nüwa, Yama, Chi You...
Then the Martial Universe revealed ancient alien cultivation methods, unleashing a surge of demonic power. Tianxuan embraced it. A new Demon Clan was born.
Meanwhile, the Douluo God Realm underwent a terrifying transformation. Governed by gods and souls rather than mortals, it had become more akin to the Underworld.
And above them all floated the remnants of Ye Feng's own creation—the Heavenly Realm, home to the strongest from all three planes.
The old Douqi Continent had become simply the Human Realm.
"Everything has changed… and yet, nothing has changed."
Ye Feng closed his eyes and sighed.
Some say time is a circle—that no matter how one travels through it, all events inevitably loop back on themselves.
Even if someone crossed time to the past, their actions wouldn't alter history. Because what they did was always meant to happen.
Others say time is made of infinite circles—each a different world, each filled with its own echoes and parallels.
Perhaps Ye Feng never changed anything.
Perhaps he merely fulfilled the events of a different circle.
Now, with everything he'd witnessed—these overlapping mythologies, mirrored fates, and the emergence of mythic figures he once thought were fiction—Ye Feng couldn't deny the feeling building inside him.
This wasn't just a coincidence.
He reached out.
In his palm, a stream of colorful energy gathered—glowing with the brilliance of countless stars.
It flowed like liquid light.
This was no ordinary power.
It was the Law of Time.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu flew to his side, settling beside him on the cloud. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice soft and teasing. "Are you daydreaming up here again?"
Ye Feng didn't answer immediately.
Inside, he whispered to himself.
How did it come to this? I've become… invincible. Without even realizing it. Am I truly fated to challenge the Chaos Plane, just to find a worthy opponent? Why… is it so hard to find someone who can fight me head-on?
The mortals below—struggling, fighting, laughing, crying—live such vibrant lives. Sometimes… I envy them.
To live fiercely, even briefly, is more meaningful than an eternity of boredom.
Just as the thought settled—
Ding!
> System Prompt: Host has expressed envy toward mortal struggle and dissatisfaction with invincibility. In response, the system will now grant the host an entirely new life experience.
"System?!"
A new life experience?!
Before Ye Feng could react, a sharp pain shot through his consciousness. The world around him twisted, and a powerful force seized him—dragging him toward an unfamiliar dimension.