After some commotion, Zhou Hong distributed the godheads. His parents received the two strongest ones, while the rest drew randomly. He then spent over half a month helping everyone research how to inherit their respective godheads. In this way, on and off, it took Zhou Hong eight months to guide everyone onto the path of inheriting a godhead.
"Everyone, whether you can inherit a godhead from now on depends on yourselves. I've already thoroughly explained the methods," Zhou Hong said.
"Zhou Hong, are you sure that following your instructions will ultimately allow you to inherit a godhead?" Changsun Qinghe asked.
"While I can't be 100% certain, there's at least an eighty to ninety percent chance. To inherit a godhead, everyone must comprehend its attributes and approach it from there. I believe this is highly likely," Zhou Hong replied.
"Mmm-hmm! We will definitely work hard and strive to inherit a godhead as soon as possible." Everyone looked eager.
"Go ahead. Find your own places to go into seclusion. If you have any questions or other issues, call out to me immediately. This is my metaverse, and I can observe your every move. Just shout, and I'll be there," Zhou Hong said.
Zhou Hong's wives seemed to recall something, and their faces flushed slightly.
"Why are your faces red?" Zhou Hong asked, confused.
Qiao Xiaoyu said, "You just said you know our every move. Doesn't that mean... going to the bathroom!"
Zhou Hong was speechless.
"That's right. I can see you using the restroom or taking a bath if I wish. Everything within this metaverse is under my control. But rest assured, bathe and use the toilet as you please, because the humans living in this metaverse are countless, and I have no interest in watching anyone's private moments."
Everyone was speechless.
Zhou Hong waved his hand, and over a dozen people dispersed to find places for their seclusion.
Zhou Hong's gaze then turned to the distant sky, and he instantly flew away, murmuring to himself, "Besides the godhead for Long Yu, there's one last godhead. I want to give it to you personally because you...!" A person flashed in Zhou Hong's mind, and he felt a pang of guilt.
This person was none other than the woman who had made an unforgettable impression on Zhou Hong's life – Fairy Tianxuan. In the past, Zhou Hong had relentlessly "harvested" her for immortal medicine until she became a withered skeleton, completely perishing. Now that Zhou Hong had achieved success, how could he forget her? Therefore, he wanted to personally deliver the last godhead to her and guide her hand-in-hand, enabling her to inherit it as quickly as possible. She was more special than others, and Zhou Hong felt immense guilt towards her. However, she was not yet a living person; in truth, she had long been dead, and Zhou Hong still needed to resurrect her.
With a thought, Zhou Hong waved his hand, and immortal energy from various parts of the universe began to converge. This immortal energy was what Fairy Tianxuan's body had transformed into after her death. After about a few minutes, the immortal energy that had formed from Fairy Tianxuan's body gradually took shape, and then a beautiful body formed.
This beautiful body belonged to none other than Tianxuan.
"Wake up!" Zhou Hong snapped his fingers.
The next second, the sleeping Fairy Tianxuan opened her eyes.
"Zhou Hong? Where is this?" Fairy Tianxuan recognized Zhou Hong at first glance. She seemed somewhat taken aback, unsure of her whereabouts. The last scene in her mind was being "harvested" by Zhou Hong until she was utterly depleted and completely withered to death. However, at this moment, she was utterly confused. She hurriedly felt her body, then her face, which was full of collagen, completely different from the last image in her mind.
"What's going on? Why is my body still so young? I'm not... I haven't been... by you...!" Tianxuan looked at Zhou Hong, her face flushing slightly, unable to finish her sentence.
Zhou Hong felt ashamed. Among his many women, Tianxuan was undoubtedly the one he had been intimate with the most times, perhaps even more than all the other women combined.
"Say it? Where are we? Right, weren't we hiding in an underground cave? How did we get out? Weren't over a hundred Demon Emperors chasing you?" Tianxuan asked Zhou Hong anxiously. The time after her death was a blank for her; her memory had resumed from the moment of her death.
"Tianxuan, long time no see," Zhou Hong chuckled.
"What nonsense are you talking? What do you mean, long time no see?"
"Tianxuan, I'll make a long story short. Actually, you've been dead for a long time. That's right, harvested until you were completely depleted and finally withered to death. Perhaps for you, it only just happened, but for me, it happened a long time ago."
"What's going on?" Tianxuan saw that Zhou Hong didn't look like he was lying, and his demeanor had changed significantly, so she seemed to believe him somewhat.
"After you died that time, I finally broke through to Demon Emperor, and upon entering the rank, I possessed over a thousand world powers, becoming the strongest Demon Emperor...!" Zhou Hong recounted everything that had happened since then, in detail, to Fairy Tianxuan.
"My heavens? No way? You resurrected me?" Tianxuan was stunned.
"Yes, I am now the master of this metaverse, which is why I can resurrect you. I once promised you that if I ever became a Demon Emperor, I would make you the Demon Empress. It's a pity I couldn't fulfill that wish for you. However, I have something better to compensate you with now."
"What?"
"I have a godhead here. Once you inherit it, you can become the Creator God of the divine realm."
"This... like you? Becoming a Creator God?"
"Yes."
"Isn't this too precious?" Tianxuan quickly shook her head, not daring to accept.
"Heh, you sacrificed so much for me back then. Moreover, in terms of intimate encounters, you've been with me more times than all my other women combined. If you're not qualified, who is?"
Tianxuan lowered her head, blushing. She recalled the events in the underground cave, which, to her, had only recently concluded. The memory made her body involuntarily tremble, as if fearing Zhou Hong would pounce on her again.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you, at least not for the next 100 years. For you, the last time we were intimate in that underground cave was just now," Zhou Hong said with difficulty.
"Heh, never mind. You've resurrected me now. Although I'm still mentally traumatized, my body is unharmed. Thank you."
"It's I who should thank you. This is the godhead I'm giving you." Zhou Hong immediately took out a luminous sphere, about a meter in diameter, from his person.