"It's a pity that I can't perform elemental spells as easily as picking something up, and in fact, I need to relearn from the ground up, refining from the foundation."
"I have no idea when I'll reach the level of the Big Flying Carpet, nor do I know whether the skills of a True God could be replicated after its divine ascension... But for the time being, I surely won't lack fun entertainment!"
GuaGua is too excited, maintaining the shape of the Space Magic Carpet, dancing at its four corners:
"Once I've mastered 'Spatial Folding,' I probably won't have to consume too much of Little Fire Wheel's origin energy to travel back and forth from the Solar Abyss!"
"On the journey, if I encounter any boring and uninteresting places, a single blink would let me rush past, saving time, improving efficiency, so many benefits indeed!"
...
Dust settles to the ground.
In the Second Epoch of the New Era, year 5420, a Pure God is born in Broken Instrument Valley.
