Since the two of them had reached a consensus the old man waved his hand, and suddenly, the vast expanse of the cosmos unfolded before Xiang Yu's eyes. Multiple worlds, as numerous as the stars, spun in their orbits, each one teeming with life and energy, all existing simultaneously. He was so amazed that he stood up, his eyes wide with wonder.
"These," the old man began, his voice echoing with ancient wisdom, "are all the worlds in existence. So far, I have discovered that Han Xin's soul fragments reside in three of them." As he said the three worlds zoomed in close rotating at different speeds.
Impressed, Xiang Yu couldn't help but quip, "You are absolutely not a janitor in the divine realm."
The old man's eye twitched, a flicker of irritation crossing his serene face. "I am the Heavenly Emperor, the first divine immortal. All these worlds were created by me."
