Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 471: In the Qiongming Palace, the Future is Decided

Chen Xingzhi looked at Qiong Ming Zun, and everyone else in the hall also looked at Qiong Ming Zun.

Countless eyes were focused on this ninth-level being, as if he was supposed to be the focus of the world.

In response, Qiong Ming Tian Zun also lowered his gaze and looked at all of them at the same time.

For a moment, all the eighth-level beings felt that Tianzun was looking at them, and Chen Xingzhi felt it particularly strongly.

He even saw Tianzun give him a meaningful smile, and he didn't know whether other people had received such treatment.

After a moment, everyone stood up and saluted respectfully.

"I have met the Lord."

"No need to be polite, everyone, please take a seat."

Qiong Ming Tianzun gently waved the whisk in his hand, and everyone felt a gentle but irresistible force acting on them, forcing them to sit back on the cushions.

After the opening remarks, the Sky-High Venerable skipped the useless nonsense and went straight to the point: "I believe that everyone who has participated in the meeting knows that I convened this meeting to determine the future direction of this world."

"May I ask, Great Honored One, what does 'determine the future direction of this world' mean?" A man of the eighth level asked from the audience.

Tianzun ignored it and looked at the eighth-level people in the front row.

Lord Yunhai immediately understood and turned to explain to those eighth-level people who looked confused.

This was not the first time he had done this. He did it at every arbitration meeting and was already very familiar with it.

After a while, amid the grateful eyes of those eighth-level people, Great Yunhai nodded towards the stage.

"Since you all understand, I will speak directly," continued the Sky-High Venerable, "This era will end in ten thousand years. This is also the last meeting of this era. Ten thousand years later, this world will try to ascend again."

"Whether we succeed or fail, we must decide and plan the next era of this world in advance. First of all, the first question is, what kind of structure should this world have in the next era?"

In line with the principle of democracy, Tianzun signaled all the eighth-level people to speak freely.

It was obvious that the people in the front row were well prepared and spoke enthusiastically.

The first person to speak was a Taoist priest, who was holding up a phantom of the multiverse in his hand, with countless universes floating in it.

Chen Xingzhi took a closer look and discovered that this thing was not just a model, but a real world.

He couldn't help but be amazed and marvel at the wealth of these veteran eighth-rank people.

"The multiverse, with countless planets, is enough to accommodate almost all laws. If that's not enough, we can add various settings, such as different dimensions, secret realms, etc. It has extremely high compatibility and plasticity, and can also..."

After this Dao Lord finished speaking, another Rank 8 beside him immediately raised a rebuttal:
"Objection. I used your multiverse model two epochs ago. Why are you still proposing this?"

"It's different. The last one was version 1.0, and this one is version 2.0."

"Come on, it's just a patched-up version of the same thing."

"you!"

"Silence." Qiong Ming Tian Zun knocked the small bell beside him, and the two people who were arguing immediately stopped talking.

It’s not that they don’t want to speak, but their mouths are sealed by the power of Tianzun and they can’t utter a word.

"If anyone has other ideas, please speak up now."

At this time, the Great Yunhai stood up, bowed to the people around him, and said loudly: "Everyone, please watch."

The shadow of a miniature world appeared in his hand. Its main body was a huge continent, surrounded by endless ocean.

"Continental world? Isn't this too monotonous?" An eighth-level person objected, but Great Yunhai just smiled and pointed without saying anything.

Countless stars appeared in the sky of the model, including a total of 365 main stars, covering the entire sky.

He drew his line again, and three thousand great thousand worlds appeared around the continent. Below these great thousand worlds, there were a large number of middle thousand worlds and countless small thousand worlds.

"Countless small worlds are governed by a single main world, one layer after another. In this way, there is diversity in rules, right?"

"What the Great Honorable said makes sense." The Eighth Level who had just raised the objection nodded and said nothing more.

After Great Master Yunhai, more veteran eighth-level masters expressed their opinions.

Chen Xingzhi did not speak. After all, he was just an ordinary eighth-level cultivator and did not prepare any ideas for his first meeting.

Hemola sat next to him. This old man, who was also attending the meeting for the first time, was just like him and couldn't get a word in.

He could only chat with Chen Xingzhi, who was barely an acquaintance, to pass the time.

"To put it bluntly, only the veteran eighth-rankers have the right to speak at this meeting, and those of us who are attending the meeting for the first time only have the right to vote."

"What else? Democracy, democracy, the Heavenly Lord, and those eighth-rank ones in the front row are the masters, and we are just the people."

Chen Xingzhi also understood that they were the represented party and could at most exercise their voting rights in the end.

While the two were chatting, a total of eight veteran eighth-level warriors in the front row put forward their own ideas.

The phantoms of eight worlds hung above their heads, colliding with each other as if they wanted to swallow each other up.

"Is that all?" Lord Qiong Ming took a quick look, and after making sure that no one else had proposed their own ideas, he waved his whisk helplessly.

Basically, only these eight people will speak in each era. The other eight levels either stand on the side of one of these eight people, or their own strength is not enough to support them to speak.

"In the next era, we must find a way to break this situation." Tianzun thought so, but on the surface he said:

"In that case, please vote."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of rays of light flew in from behind and disappeared into the phantom of the world in front.

"Who are you going to vote for?" the old man next door asked for his opinion again.

Chen Xingzhi thought for a while, his eyes fixed on the phantom of the continent surrounded by countless small worlds, and said, "I surrender to the Great Master Yunhai."

Although Lord Yunhai and he had only known each other for a short period of time, he still preferred this one to the other eighth-level masters whom he had never met before.

Then a ray of spiritual light flew out from above his head and entered the phantom of the continent.

Hemora thought about it, followed him, and cast his vote for Lord Yunhai.

When Lord Yunhai saw the spiritual light coming from behind him, he looked at Chen Xingzhi with admiration.

"Yes, this new guy is very smart. He knows how to stand in line without me reminding him."

With the support of many spiritual lights, the virtual shadow of that continent gradually solidified. If nothing unexpected happens, Great Yunhai will be the winner this time.

If his idea is adopted, it will bring him a lot of benefits, which is why these veteran eighth-level warriors in the front row are all planning to fight for it.

"Don't be complacent yet. After all, Tianzun still holds the most important vote."

The Sky-god of Heaven is the creator of the world, and He has the power of veto.

"Democracy, democracy. Even we, the old eighth-ranked ones, are just civilians. Only the Heavenly Lord is the master."

(End of this chapter)