Yang Qi was shocked at the power flowing through his blood and meridians. In some ways, the godhood was like the turtledove occupying the magpie’s nest, and was attempting to destroy his soul and his true energy, which would turn him into a completely different person.

However, Yang Qi wasn’t afraid. As his true energy repaired itself, and his flesh and blood reformed, the fragmented godhood shone with scintillating light, transforming into something like a crystal shard on his palm.

Yang Qi knew full well that he couldn’t assimilate the shard. The moment it had entered him, it assailed him like the sharpest of blades. Obviously, it would be of no benefit to his fighting prowess, and would require more research before he could use it.

‘Wait, what about the Engine of the One God?’ he thought. Focusing his attention on the engine, he asked, “Can you disassemble this shard and absorb the power?”

The photonic computer immediately offered a response. [This fragment of pure godhood...