Legend of the Great Sage

en he grinned.
“But that is a good idea!”

After Rāhu Xiaoming left, Li Qingshan yelled out, “Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!”

Navy Li’l Fatty swelled up like it had been pumped full of air, reaching thirty-thousand metres across, filling the surroundings.
The white clouds floated beneath its body, such that he could clearly make out everything within five hundred kilometres around him.

It opened its mouth to the limit as if it was trying to tear its body apart.
Then it began devouring everything, whether it was the earth, the magma, the air, the river, or even the entirety of space.

It made Li Qingshan think of a certain game from his past life called Pac-Man.
He could not help but laugh aloud.
“Eat! Eat! The glutton saves the world!”

In a single gulp, Navy Li’l Fatty ate everything within five hundred kilometres of Dragonshead mountain.
Even the magma underground had been completely swallowed.
Then it travelled directly down south, arriving at the boundary between the Green province and the Mist province, stealing food from the mouth of the Hungry Ghost realm.

The Hungry Ghost realm was naturally capable of devouring worlds, but it was not as simple and crude as a space-devouring beast.
Time passed quickly.
In only a little over a month, Navy Li’l Fatty had already swallowed the majority of the nine provinces, which included billions of living creatures.

With a heart of benevolence, Li Qingshan circulated the Qilin’s Conventions of Longevity, pushing the shred of his qilin bloodline to the extreme.
His eyes glowed with a green ripple, screening out all of the living creatures in the process, even if it was only the tiniest mayfly in the water.
He used the Heaven Climbing Vine to deliver them all to the small world.

The space-devouring beast also followed his will and selectively digested things.
On top of that, Li Qingshan discovered that the small world welcomed these creatures very much.

To the small world, as long as it was a part of its interior, then it was a part of it, and living creatures seemed to be an extremely precious resource.
Sometimes, when he transported over a group of people, the feedback from the will of the world was even more intense than swallowing a mountain.

If obtaining the good graces of the intangible will of the heavens made a person the chosen child of the heavens, then Li Qingshan right now could be regarded as the chosen father of the heavens to the small world.

The small world originally had sparse spiritual qi and very little land, even unable to contain first heavenly tribulation cultivators.
Ever since Li Qingshan became the god of the world, the world had been evolving at a maddening pace.
Now, it was about to reach the level of the third heavenly tribulation.
It basically grew even faster than a regular person cultivating to be a great cultivator.

He had basically shown the small world the grace of rebirth.
The rapidly-strengthening will of the world basically respected him and loved him like its father, all about, “You can act as you please and do whatever you want!” As a result, his control over the small world’s clone, Navy Li’l Fatty, became so great that it was like an extension of his body.
The entire process was extremely smooth.
The colossal creature that filled the world was even more obedient than a pet dog.

And throughout this process, he encountered many familiar faces.

In a desert towards the east of the Scarlet province, a man, together with an entire city, disappeared into the space-devouring beast.

Li Qingshan found him vaguely familiar.
A sickly face appeared in his head, and he blurted out a name, “Huang Binghu!”

He had stopped being sickly a long time ago.
His complexion was much better too, except he was peppered with grey hair and covered in wrinkles.
He had already become much older, actually having undergone the first heavenly tribulation to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Who knew what kind of fortuitous encounter he had experienced.

Li Qingshan could not help but think of many years ago, during the struggle against the ginseng foragers.
The hunters of Drawn Reins village had poured down with arrows as Huang Binghu stood high on the rock, landing every single shot.

Back then, his life was hanging by a thread, so he could not worry about anything else, but right now, he could clearly recall the lush, verdant forests around him and the brilliant sun over his head.
He recalled the old ox missing a horn, dragging the carriage and creaking along.

“Hah, brother ox even butted a person to death with his horn! That guy must have felt extremely unfortunate back then, to actually die to the horn of an old ox, but little does he know that it’s basically an honour!”

His memories gradually returned to him, even more vivid than when they first occurred…