Defeating the God of Creation

"Y-you're done with the ceremony…? That's impossible! It's only been several days since we started!" God of Creation didn't even have to look at Tian Qiyuan's workstation to know that he was farting.

Tian Qiyuan's expression remained calm as he spoke, "You really don't learn, do you? If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."

He gestured at his completed treasures on display.

The God of Creation didn't want to entertain Tian Qiyuan and his nonsense, but he had to take a look.

When he turned his head to Tian Qiyuan's workstation, he could not see any materials. On Tian Qiyuan's display were 100 Celestial-grade treasures, all of them following their own specifications.

Clang.

The God of Creation dropped his hammer from shock after seeing this.

He turned to look at the audience. They all wore expressions of defeat, a sorrowful aura hanging around them as if they were mourning a profound loss—his imminent death.