The purest white in the world, the deepest black in the world, and all the dazzling colors - isn't this a kaleidoscope of the world?
Leonard Churchill held half of the Book of Creation in his hand, looking at the golden-patterned youth across from him, his expression turning playful: "Tsk tsk..."
It seems luck is in my favor.
Reality is unfolding toward the best scenario in my deduction.
I was successfully resurrected and even obtained half of the Dimension Reduction Book.
If it was a full-powered Titan True God, Leonard honestly couldn't handle it.
But fortunately, our predecessors have already overcome the most difficult times.
The golden-patterned youth before him was merely a personified avatar born from Titan Bal's theft of Plane Origin over countless years, without a divine body. To put it simply, he was no different from the "Seven Catastrophes Monarchs" that were sealed.
The difference is, this youth possesses a large amount of stolen Plane Origin.
