"After all, rewriting a world with your own hands... even with existing data and templates, it requires tremendous effort. Even for the mightiest Creator, it's very challenging."
"Many Creators are assisting him, working in collaboration. Some are responsible for rewriting the weather, some for the maps, some for the system of strength, some for the animals..."
"Luowasha, this vast and intricately complex world, is entirely constructed from text."
Suddenly, Su Ming'an heard a rustling sound and looked up.
The Red Sun continued to sink, the wind screamed with destruction, all things burned, mountains and rivers shattered, and all beings fell into the abyss of doom.
—Yet in the sky, an enormous web of text inexplicably rose.
"Ding—ding—ding—ding—"
Like a divine tapestry cast down from the heavens, every node of the web etched with marks of history.
They began to move slowly, every letter, every stroke, every symbol changing, reorganizing, as if a huge cosmic film.
