Li Qing was still sitting and studying the zombie schematic, glanced at the two people, knowing that they had tasted the sweetness and were completely hooked.
After all, sweeping through countless contemporaries, venting a long-held resentment, this overwhelming desire for ascension had made them feel feverishly excited, wanting to hold onto this bit of status.
This was exactly what Li Qing wanted; without a fight, the chives wouldn't bundle themselves.
However, as for breaking through, Li Qing had no solution.
He himself was a lower-rank Ancient God, a fabricated realm. The middle-rank Ancient God was something he knew even less about.
But Li Qing was clear-headed; he fabricated a false realm, letting them follow along with the creation and development. This Million Gods converged into a force beyond imagination, why fear that they won't be resourceful in development?
