But what if I were to discard some of it?
Hu Qi's eyes glinted.
As if sensing Hu Qi's thoughts, the world's will emanated a faint sense of resistance.
To abandon a part of itself was like carving flesh from its own body.
Naturally, it was unwilling.
Under normal circumstances, Hu Qi would not have been able to do this.
But things were different now.
Wielding the Taichu Demon Refining Talisman, Hu Qi was the one and only master of this Desolate Star World.
Even the authority of the Desolate Star World's will was beneath his.
As his will descended,
vast, barren, and lifeless regions were ground directly into dust.
The entire Desolate Star World trembled slightly, as if struck by a massive earthquake.
At the same time, golden shields of light appeared over the human cities, stabilizing them against the aftershocks.
As time went on,
from Hu Qi's perspective,
the once-bloated, oval-shaped Desolate Star resembled a flower being continuously pruned.
