Time flies very quickly. In his own world, Ling Yu has spent nearly a year. Although he is still at the level of the plane ancestor god, his realm has been greatly improved, and he is only one step away from the dimension ancestor god.

On this day, Ling Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the world, with a world seed spinning around on his head, emitting endless aura. At this moment, Ling Yu's aura was combined with the entire world.

He is ready to break through the level and advance to the dimensional level ancestral god.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, various wills flowed and moved, rubbing out sparks of wisdom, and then turned into a magical fluctuation, conveying it in the world. After a while, the whole world suddenly changed. In some of the originally empty spaces, planets were condensed, and clusters of life were nurtured on the planet.

Although these lives are very primitive, they are full of powerful vitality.

This is also Ling Yu's understanding of the Way of Creation of the Snail Emperor, combining it with his own Ling Yu's Way of Life and Death, and thus further transforming the plane world into the dimensional world.

The whirlpooling world seeds also merged into the fluctuations conveyed by Ling Yu, becoming larger again, and the breath emitted became more mysterious, and even had an extra breath of life. It seemed that this seed was brewing and ready to sprout and take root. Once the world seeds can nurture the world tree, it means that Ling Yu can advance to the ancestral god of the fortune level.

Only because of the world tree can luck, cause and effect, and fate be born. Huh!

Finally, the dimensional level ancestor god.

Ling Yu opened his eyes and exuded an extremely confident aura all over his body.

"It seems that it's time to expand the world."

Ling Yu's eyes flashed, and he immediately looked at the two emperor coffins and a picture in a certain space in the world, floating, emitting an indescribable ancient aura.
Chapter completed!