In the center of Floor Nine, surrounded by the six radiant Early Rank 10 Creator Halos of his wife and five children, Gu Changsheng stood with his eyes gently closed.
Inside his dantian, a boundless, ten-billion-light-year expanse of newborn space had unfolded. A nascent Rank 10 Universe woven from the one thousand inner galaxies he had cultivated over the past eight years. Nourished by the infinite golden ocean of Supreme Dad Origin Points pouring in from every living family across creation.
Yet unlike the cold, sterile divine realms of traditional cultivation gods—who built their inner universes around lonely golden thrones, ruthless heavenly laws. Distant, unfeeling stars—Gu Changsheng’s emerging cosmos was waiting for a very different kind of central core.
“Look at Master Gu’s dantian resonance,” Grandpa Yao said softly on the veranda of the floating Frost-Pine Wooden Courtyard, his newly rejuvenated eyes shining behind his jade monocle as he observed the warm golden ripples radiating from Gu Changsheng’s chest.
“Every Rank 10 Creator Universe requires an Origin Anchor at its geometric center—the first spark from which all time, warmth, and life in that universe flow. The Chief Author used a cold iron inkwell and an execution block as his anchor, which is why his universe was filled with winter and weeping.”
