A strange fatigue filled Lu Yun’s body as both immortal force and nascent spirit seemed insufficient to satisfy his mind. For a split second earlier, he’d reached a plane of being that was wholly different from when Xing Chen had reached creator realm.

As strong as the creators were, their strength was a function of their cultivation level. There was no intrinsic difference between them and Lu Yun. But when the Tome of Life and Death became his nascent spirit and hellfire his source of strength, they’d changed his level of existence on a fundamental level.

It wasn’t a function of strength or cultivation level, but a metamorphosis of the sophistication of his...