The world he created was hollow, lacking a soul.
In the end, he realized that the so-called space... was just the most basic attribute of a world's composition.
Besides space, there were many other things needed.
The Ten Great Ancient Gods took ten different paths, but ultimately all were utterly defeated, and none succeeded.
Xu Zimei sensed the message coming from those spatial eyes.
He felt an indescribable emotion.
In those lofty years, in the ancient river of time, there were people who transcended themselves, treading on paths no one had walked before.
They pursued the Great Dao of Immortality, transcending the Dao.
It was a vast, awe-inspiring, yet mournful affair.
Everything was like a fleeting glance, and finally, Xu Zimei's vision abruptly stopped, and he returned to reality.
He discovered the inheritance of the Space Ancient God was leaping toward him.
This inheritance was so enthusiastic.
