As the text refreshed, Yang Qizhou's consciousness ascended, arriving at the Star Realm, a phantasmagoric and twisted plane embodying all symbols.
Just like before,
with the infusion of the Old Sacrifice, numerous stars representing symbols of 'fate' were illuminated.
The only difference this time was… their sheer number. Like a sea of stars, hundreds of beams intertwined, nearly solidifying into an ocean of light.
As expected, Yang Qizhou's rank leapt beyond that of the Ancient Lord, reaching the level of the Old King.
This elevation occurred without the constraints of a 'ritual.'
Yang Qizhou was unsurprised by this revelation. Deep in his heart, he knew that after discovering his identity as the Cosmic Creator, his rank had already begun to awaken. The cosmos originated from him; all symbols stemmed from him. Retrieving his rightful dominion naturally didn't require the supplement of a ritual.
Returning to the Material World,
