The pulsing energy quickly transformed into streams of holy magical symbols, dazzlingly bright, like heavenly flowers fluttering through the air. Although they were not deathless, the godpower they contained made them seem like they stemmed from some sort of false god.

Truth be told, the Godmyth level was sometimes referred to by another name: the False God level.

In other words, such individuals were not true gods, but rather imposter gods. That said, even the imposter gods were still able to brush shoulders with true gods, and were powerful enough to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Yang Qi knew that he could fight against some Godmyths. But the Godmyth level was divided into nine divisions, each one of which was vastly superior to the previous. As for what exact type of Godmyth level he could fight, Yang Qi wasn’t sure. He would need to reach that level himself before he had an idea.

‘So this is the power of the Godmyth level, huh? Those heavenly flowers are like worlds of their own. Worlds within worlds, an endless cycle.’

The heavenly flowers gave birth to worlds, which in turn produced...