For the kind of realm they were in now, as long as the world still existed, returning to the exact node when one left had become far too easy.
While Yu Zhenren and Youming Beiyuan were still staring at each other like wide-eyed children, the warship had already, silently and without a sound, arrived at the Celestial Realm.
Eradicating Rahu did not mean the end of everything.
You could kill one Rahu — but who could say whether other cosmic beings might come to invade?
The real key was the order of the Three Realms that Liusu and Yaoguang had once argued about.
What had been created before could only be called a crude beginning.
None of it was truly supreme, none of it defined finely.
For the most part, Qin Yi had only provided the “intent”; the rest was the painting-realm’s own heavens-and-earth evolving, ripened by the passage of time.
Calling him a father-god was a stretch — maybe half-fair.
Ji Yunxiu might even be closer to the meaning of a creator god than he was…
In short, the order of Heaven, Earth, and Man hadn’t been settled.
That order was supposed to come from the beings of this realm fighting for supremacy, after which the rulers of the Three Realms would lay down the rules.
Only then would the Three Realms be unified.