The sky was vast, the plains boundless; The wind swept low across the grass—yet no cattle or sheep in sight?
In truth, forget cattle and sheep.
Tian’el had been in this world for three days already.
With the newly acquired power at his command, he had toured a radius of a hundred thousand miles several times over, yet in the end he had not found so much as a single ant.
“I might as well name this world the Vast Expanse.” Sitting casually on a rock, the handsome young man plucked an unnamed wild blade of grass from beside him and stuffed it straight into his mouth.
As for whether it might upset his stomach…
what a joke.
As the dignified Celestial Emperor, it was already shabby enough that he could not dine on dragon liver and phoenix marrow.
Could it be that he could not even eat the flowers and grasses of the Heavenly Realm?
That’s right.
As a transmigrator, the moment Tian’el descended upon this unfamiliar primordial world, the position of Celestial Emperor had thrown itself into his arms.
In a single step, he had ascended to the summit, becoming the lord of the gods and supreme sovereign of Heaven.
It could be said that he began at the peak.
But after calming down and carefully studying the state of this world, he realized he had actually fallen into a bottomless pit— The so-called Lord of the Gods was in fact a commander with not a single subject.
The so-called Supreme of the Heavenly Realm meant that he was the only living being capable of movement in the entire Heaven.
Everything had to be built by his own hands, from nothing.
That alone would have been manageable.
The real problem was that something had gone wrong during the evolution of the Vast Expanse.
If things continued to deteriorate, the world would soon explode from within.
And Tian’el, already bound to the Heavenly Realm, could not escape even if he wanted to.
When the time came, he would only be able to perish along with it.
As for how much time remained…
three years?
Five?
If he were optimistic, perhaps ten?
If there were any possibility at all, he naturally wanted to turn this limited-time Celestial Emperor experience card into a permanent one.
At the thought, Tian’el rubbed his temples with a sigh.
With a gentle wave of his hand, dozens of beams of light emerged and condensed into interfaces before him, each displaying terrifying scenes— On the lands of the Human Realm, ferocious beasts ran rampant.
One Taotie devoured thousands of mountains and rivers in a single gulp.
Chaos beasts shattered the void and annihilated all phenomena.
In the endless starry sky, colossal creatures roamed freely.
Planetoids shattered and fell like rain.
Ominous baleful energy flickered within the sun and the moon.
Lastly came the Earthly Realm, symbol of the afterlife.
Within the Yellow Springs River, aside from the corpses of vicious beasts and the souls of gigantic creatures, there was not a single god capable of fulfilling their duties…
Clearly, the Vast Expanse followed the classic mythological structure of Three Realms—the Heaven, Earth, and Human Realms—alongside the starry firmament.
Yet aside from the Heavenly Realm, the other crucial components had all gone wrong.
If Tian’el were to evaluate it, he could only conclude that the world’s instincts were faulty.
What was it thinking, evolving such a massive number of aberrant beasts capable of plunging heaven and earth into chaos?
Could it not have been more reliable and invested a few more resources into the Heavenly Realm first, creating some gods that embodied order?
No wonder it handed over the position of Celestial Emperor the moment he arrived.
So it was facing its final days and scrambling for a life-saving straw!
“Hundun, Taotie, Taowu, Qiongqi…” Looking at the awe-inspiring aberrant beasts upon the lands of the Human Realm, then at the tens of thousands of gigantic creatures in the starry sky—each comparable in size to mountain ranges, islands, even continents—Tian’el fell silent despite holding the authority of the Heavenly Realm.
If it truly came to a fight, it was not that he could not win.
But before he could completely eradicate those beasts, the world itself would certainly be destroyed first.
Especially the two things slumbering within the Solar Star and the Lunar Star.
If he could not defeat them in a single decisive blow, once they stirred the sun and moon to crash into the Three Realms, it would undoubtedly end in mutual destruction.
The danger was immense.
Yet to transmigrate from an ordinary mortal into the Celestial Emperor—there was no need to emphasize how precious such an opportunity was.
Tian’el would never abandon it lightly.
Not to mention— There is still hope…
His gaze grew unfocused as he looked up at the sky.
With a mere shift of thought, an illusory interface projected itself before his eyes— [Name]: Tian’el [Divine Status]: Celestial Emperor of the Vast Expanse [World Authority]: Heavenly Sovereignty (60%), Vast Expanse Sovereignty (9%) [Core Authority]: Power of High Heaven At the end of the day, before transmigrating, Tian’el had been nothing more than an ordinary man—two years out of university, newly entered into society, living alone with no burdens.
For a mortal to accomplish the miracle of waking up and crossing into another world, there was naturally a reason.
To put it plainly, he possessed the cheat that most transmigrators were equipped with.
Perhaps it was a standard system.
Perhaps not.
No matter how he called out, only this single interface would appear.
There was no accompanying consciousness to provide explanations.
A pity.
In this desolate foreign wilderness, having a system spirit to chat with would not have been so bad.
Left with no choice, Tian’el could only study it himself.
In the end, he determined that for now it had only one mechanism: converting the world power generated by the operation of the realm into Transmigration Attempts.
Having understood this, as the newly appointed Celestial Emperor, he naturally grasped what he needed to do next— Without question, he would obtain the power to save this world from beyond it.
After three days of consolidation—strengthening his control over Heavenly Sovereignty while researching the Power of High Heaven derived from his imperial authority—he watched as the Remaining Transmigration Attempts increased to 3.
At last, Tian’el decided to formally extend his reach toward other unknown worlds.
After a moment’s thought, the Celestial Emperor surveyed the flowers and grasses growing all around him.
From among them, he carefully selected one with comparatively abundant vitality.
It grew at the boundary between river and divine soil, nourished by the waters and earth of the Heavenly Realm.
Given enough time and patient cultivation, perhaps in a few decades he could use these immortal grasses to produce countless ethereal beauties.
The problem was that the Vast Expanse might not last that long.
Now that Tian’el intended to use a transmigration opportunity, he naturally could not recklessly go in person.
Transmigration itself appeared to be random.
If the other side turned out to be a universe filled with cosmic-level gods, would not his true body venturing forth be equivalent to delivering himself to their doorstep?
A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall.
At his current level of divine status, he could not afford to act without restraint in just any world.
Not to mention that, given the state of the Human Realm and the starry sky, if he did not remain seated in the Heavenly Realm to keep watch, those ferocious and colossal beasts truly would overturn the entire Vast Expanse!
After much deliberation, Tian’el ultimately decided to imprint a strand of divine consciousness upon the heavenly immortal grass in his hand.
Let it scout the way for the great Celestial Emperor.
To commemorate this immortal grass’ contribution to carving out a future for the Vast Expanse, the young man decided to bestow upon its species the name “Crimson Pearl.” From this day forth, it would be the first Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass of this world.
Yes, go in peace.
The Three Realms will never forget your contribution!
After entertaining himself with that thought, Tian’el drew a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, invoking the great power that resided in the nameless depths of his consciousness.
The intangible interface flickered.
The number beside Remaining Transmigration Attempts immediately decreased from “3” to “2.” At that very moment, a miracle beyond the world occurred— Without sound or sign, a gateway to another realm unfolded.
The Celestial Emperor directly tossed the immortal grass, carrying his divine consciousness, into it.
“Good luck to you…
and good luck to me…”