Before the crystal wall, outside, the mist was hazy, and dark clouds swept across.

Swish!

The corpse was still stuck to the wall.

This was a female Half-Elf True God who was just full of pride, about to explore the chaos mist, her face frozen, filled with horror and fear, as if she had seen some terrifying unknown Demon God before she died.

And the other True Gods, Half-Beastmen, Demons, Skeleton True Gods, and even the Zombie True God from the Apocalypse World, various chaotic races, no one spoke.

A long silence ensued.

After a while, the corpse gradually slid down and was slowly absorbed by the crystal wall.

"This... this..."

The nine True Gods were dumbfounded, feeling their mouths stutter, unable to speak.

This was a True God, of the same realm as them.

Alone, she could sweep across various worlds, even the Martial Path Continent, and the stunning Emperor could not cross worlds to fight, only flee.

"But suddenly she was swatted to death, beyond the crystal wall, in the chaos, what kind of terror exists?"

The group didn't even dare to approach the crystal wall, their hearts shook.

Now they were like the world's most powerful nobles, out for a picnic, enjoying themselves, not expecting a sudden murder.

"Could it be that some existence from the chaos happened to pass by?" the Skeleton True God muttered, an eerie green light flashing in the deep sockets of the skull.

"It was like swatting a mosquito." A True God felt like he was dreaming.

Just a moment ago, she was talking to him, that female True God was just boasting about herself, able to break through the crystal wall, and he had ulterior motives towards her, deliberately trying to please her, yet she died as soon as she went out.

"Perhaps, in the eyes of some existence, it really is like swatting a mosquito," another True God spoke.

"I believe, this is the world's rule."

A True God looked at the chaos outside the crystal wall, "There are many existences passing through the chaos, crossing the crystal wall worlds of all heavens and myriad realms."

"To them, it's like walking through a dense, unknown forest, a vast world is a forest of crystal wall mazes."

"And these existences, upon seeing us, is like camping and seeing small mosquitoes, flies, and various insects... Camping everywhere, crossing jungles, and inevitably being bitten by mosquitoes, they just swatted casually."

"At this moment, a little blood on their hands, perhaps they'd only sigh: These mosquitoes rushing out of the dense forest are truly many."

The gods wore solemn expressions in their hearts.

This proposed "World Camping Laws," using a traveler traveling across as a cruel civilization of the multi-dimensional world, might explain part of it.

"Crossing worlds, walking through chaos, without great luck, strong strength, accidentally encountering some existence is a dead end!"

Thinking of this, despite being True Gods present, their spines felt cold.

This is purely relying on luck!

The leap of insects, seeing whether encountered with horrible existence passing by, swatted casually.

To know an existence like them, even being threatened in cultivation, now they had cultivated for almost three thousand years, becoming the lowest level of True God.

It's hard to rise again.

A great era awaits, why be like those hot-blooded heroes of the past era, exploring the outside world?

Another point is.

They originally had no future, no need to think about the future!

"Or perhaps, there's a terrifying existence outside, just happened to be stationed here, in the dense forest, lit a bonfire, built a temporary camp in this place."

Thinking of this, they fell silent, the gods looking at each other in dismay.

No one proposed leaving the crystal wall and exploring the surrounding world again.

Perhaps there's a campfire outside, quietly watching the world, like seeing a hornet's nest, swatting them as they came out, to avoid noisy buzzing.

"We are too proud, there are great terrors in the world, the higher you stand, the more fear," a True God began to reflect.

The True Gods present were not fools.

Though they swept everything, indeed inflated with pride, now they began to wake up.

...

...

When this group of True Gods was discussing this shockingly within the Martial Arts World, they didn't know that outside the crystal wall, Li Qing was indeed sitting in front of a chair, quietly observing their discussion:

"They're not quite fools."

This is indeed a temporary camp.

He, this giant of over a thousand meters, in this three-room one-hall living room, with furniture, various tables and chairs, even the second room—Apocalypse World, had an indoor potted plant in front: Moon Tree, with a sun hanging on it.

Outside there was also a courtyard, and a lava bonfire was burning.

They indeed have some wisdom, guessing quite accurately.

"The crystal wall is not yet strong enough, so I have to be the doorman myself."

Li Qing quietly sat before the crystal wall, looked at the blood of the mosquito in his hand, frowned, "The development of the crystal wall again can't keep up with the speed inside."

"It seems, a wave of breaking the wall, rushing out of the room might arrive again."

If he had to say something about this goddess's corpse, he might just say:

Sorry, the map outside is not yet completed, not open for access, please wait for the next version of map update.

Also, of course.

Li Qing was saying sorry, but inside he felt no guilt.

First, the crystal wall is dangerous.

This has been a consensus since the entire crystal wall world was born, any indigenous life form has long accumulated enough respect and fear in history.

If you're arrogant and challenge chaos, you should be prepared for death!

Secondly, if it were truly a talented genius, Li Qing might hold back.

But for these mass-produced low-level True Gods, with incomplete constitutions and wasted potential, swatting one to set an example, he felt nothing.

"Arrogance is not a good thing."

Li Qing sat on the chair, the blood in his hand slowly turned into droplets, rolling back and forth.

In his microscopic view, this level of life was quite interesting.

The structure became more sophisticated.

The resolution was extremely high, not based on cells, but smaller, intricate life structures, similar to a quark life form, smaller microstructures arranged like DNA, cell nucleus, cytoplasm, similar constructs.

"In pure force, they naturally can't compare to me."

Li Qing already had a judgment in his heart:

"My Life Map is unique, a True God is equivalent to one ring of my Life Map fragment."

"Now with eleven True Gods, even if they are the lowest level, I have eleven rings."

His ring number seemed few.

But the quality was terrifyingly high!

For example, the Martial Path Race, a hundred rings to break through to a True God, this Martial Path True God in his hand was still just one ring.

One True God race equals one ring.

Li Qing found his life structure incomparably vast, composed of life maps of True Gods, capable of spontaneously separating, already possessing parts of the domain breaking through True Gods.

"Am I still to be considered a Demigod? I already possess some True God's power."

Li Qing frowned, "My path is already completely different from their norm."

This conclusion slightly excited him.

It might be as it should be, Demigods separate subordinates to absorb fragments, while he separates various races to absorb.

The Creator God represents a body containing evolved races, historical civilizations existed, the sum of all life structures.

In essence, it is a massive life database.

"However, I am a database, ultimately not a combat-type race... More like a queen insect."

Li Qing knocked on the table, looking at the civilization within the crystal wall, pondering:

"But if it's such development, it's better to push these low-level True Gods to supplement the numbers."

Pushing these incomplete True God's era isn't bad.

Pressure gives motivation.

Push the Emperor, Minis and similar out of the arena, a hundred years a day, being herded to avoid lazing all day! Trying to herd others!

The explosion of the True God era is destined to be brilliant.

These lofty existences have fallen into mundanity, governed by those low-level True Gods.

Perhaps, in the future, this will be even more of a proper structural setting.

The three rooms are the Divine Countries!

As long as no one wants to die of old age, everyone is fighting for these three room positions, kicking others into the Small Secret Realm, a hundred years a day, absorbing their results.

"Three rooms are three capitalist positions!" he revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Who occupies them, herds others a hundred years a day!"

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