Poverty makes me rise (1)

With the long sword in hand, the great Dao was contained within.

The embryonic form of the myriad worlds appeared. Of course, it would be an exaggeration to say that Li Hao had only created several hundred embryonic forms of worlds. He was still far from the so-called myriad worlds.

Moreover, it was only a prototype.

It was not a real world!

The small ones were only three to five square meters, and the big ones were only thousands of acres in size. If such a world were to be told to others, the venerable sovereigns would laugh their heads off.

Of course, if the hundreds of embryonic worlds were all presented and merged into one ... No venerable sovereigns would mock Li Hao.

For venerable sovereigns, even if it was not a world, it was at least hundreds of domains.

In the eyes of ordinary venerable sovereigns, domain was exclusive to the seventh rank.

Moreover, Li Hao was still very young.