Chu Ge was just a half-baked writer, not an immortal, and had never imagined her work could construct a real world. However, the lingering fragrance in the air confirmed that it wasn't an illusion.
Thinking back, a chill ran down her spine.
In her own creation, Qiu Wuji wasn't some gentle and kind person. Cultivators fought against heaven and earth for longevity and against humanity, ruthless and decisive in killing. Although not a demonic sect, she clearly had many lives on her hands.
Given Qiu Wuji's situation and personality, the most likely outcome would be that she killed this "Creator God," and from then on, the story would run its own course, allowing her to roam freely across the vast world.
For the first time, Chu Ge felt so close to death.
Perhaps she worried that if the "Creator God" fell, it might cause the world to collapse… After all, this was a work whose worldview hadn't been fully developed. Not to mention anything else, Chu Ge hadn't even figured out what the immortal realm would be like after ascension. Qiu Wuji, a top figure in the field, should have a certain premonition—this "Creator God" cannot die.
That's why she once said, "I'll kill you even if it means the collapse of the world."
That's the logic... but that makes it even more bizarre.
Speaking of the concept of a single book creating a single world, it's not entirely incomprehensible. Other characters like Huang Rong and Wanwan can come to the modern world from within a book, so other books can too. Perhaps it has little to do with the quality of the work itself; as long as it's a book, it is indeed a world, even the worst book.
Others frequently travel between various novel worlds, with characters from different worlds appearing... that's what the so-called myriad realms are all about.
So, it doesn't seem surprising that my own female protagonist would come out. Perhaps it doesn't require extremely outlandish imagination, nor does she need to be an immortal; it's just the common concept of "breaking the dimensional barrier."
But the problem is, at least other people's worlds are already complete, and the characters' fates are already set. What's going on with my world? The world isn't even finished being built, the plot has just begun, and this female protagonist is already forcing the author to revise the manuscript?
Fortunately, Qiu Wuji couldn't stay long for some reason and had to return before she could figure out how to weave a development that fit the world's logic. Ultimately, the mess fell back into Chu Ge's hands.
It seemed still manageable…
But it was still a pain in the ashes!
The outline of the human realm before Qiu Wuji's ascension was quite complete. Suddenly, the first female lead and male lead were no longer involved; wouldn't the human realm story completely collapse?
How could he change that?!
Even if he downplayed Qiu Wuji's role and transplanted her original scenes to other female characters, barely managing to make the story coherent, there would still be many inconsistencies. And for the readers, a perfectly beautiful sect leader just vanished like that—wasn't that a leak?
It was definitely going to be a flop.
But not changing it wasn't an option either. A flop only meant losing money; not changing it according to her wishes meant losing his life!
Chu Ge sat in front of the computer with a constipated expression, staring blankly for a full half hour, unable to write a single word.
Before he knew it, the clock had struck 11:30.
"Damn it!" Chu Ge glanced at the time and suddenly realized.
He'd written most of this chapter but wasn't finished yet. If he kept dawdling, he'd really be canceling the update!
Chu Ge was incredibly frustrated. Canceling updates during a rising period was bad for his reputation. He'd even been reluctant to take time off when he was slightly ill, and now this inexplicable thing was going to ruin his chances.
The book's future looked increasingly bleak.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this…" Chu Ge was truly exasperated. Everyone else's adventures were good things, but his was… indescribable.
"So it's okay if I don't stick with the protagonist, huh? Who's afraid of who when it comes to writing? I'll face death if I want to!" Chu Ge gritted his teeth, straightened the keyboard, and began typing furiously:
"Qiu Wuji stood by the window for a while, then pulled herself out of her thoughts. Why did she think of that Chu Tiange? Really… in this world, what man is worthy of her? Let alone a mere disciple. Even if loneliness is the root of all suffering, if she really wanted to find a man, it should be the Creator God!"
Completed, published!
... The world within the book.
Qiu Wuji wasn't by the window, but meditating in a secret chamber.
Her actions weren't synchronized with the author's writing; their timelines were different. Besides, characters naturally have their own things to do outside of their predetermined roles in the plot; they weren't just going to die.
In the secret chamber, a phantom descended from nowhere and merged with her body.
It turned out that what had crossed the boundary to meet Chu Ge earlier was only her divine sense, not her physical body.
She hadn't yet met the conditions for ascension. Her breakthrough was fueled by extreme anger, unleashing her potential, but it couldn't be sustained. Forcing it outside could cause a disconnect between her body and soul, leading to serious problems. Having reached her limit, she had no choice but to return.
This is why Chu Ge felt her pressure wasn't as strong as he'd imagined; frankly, what he'd seen was merely a wisp of will barely breaking through the barrier between realms.
With her divine sense returning to her body, Qiu Wuji opened her eyes, her gaze gradually shifting from slightly dazed to a resolute light.
Not only was Chu Ge stunned at that moment, but Qiu Wuji herself wasn't exactly calm either.
When she saw a man tapping on a strange grid-like magical artifact in front of a strange light screen, words appeared on the screen, revealing Qiu Wuji's inner thoughts.
The shock and confusion she felt at that moment were indescribable.
This person was writing a story, and I was merely… a character in his fabricated story?
The whole world was just a book… then everything I'd experienced—was it real or an illusion?
Or is this what they call "the mysterious will of Heaven"?
The path of immortality isn't devoid of concepts like calligraphy and painting, nor does it lack the idea of creating one's own universe. However, limited by everyone being merely a "lower realm" cultivator, lacking such high levels of cultivation, no one has succeeded to this day. But the concept remains, and Qiu Wuji, as a top figure of his time, easily understands this.
However, when one becomes a being within the book, the cognitive and emotional impact is truly difficult for those who haven't experienced it firsthand to comprehend.
But it doesn't matter… The most feared thing is the unknown; the vastness of Heaven's will is the most unpredictable and the most difficult to resist. But now that the truth has been revealed, there's always a way.
With that powerless "Creator God"?
A threat, and he'd be forced to obey.
Then, not only would he be able to control his own destiny, but he could achieve even more.
Sure enough, after returning, the image of that disciple in his mind became increasingly blurred. That "Creator God" was indeed still unwilling to disobey his will, and was trying to sever this tangled red thread, wasn't he?
The crucial issue now is that his breakthrough was somewhat unexpected. His immediate priority is finding a way to reliably break through boundaries at any time and a method to remain outside for extended periods.
Then, he can retreat and weave his own world at will, or venture forth to explore the vast universe. With its boundless expanse and boundless skies, what is impossible?
Liking a disciple? What a joke! How could that possibly be my future?
Never could it be my choice, Qiu Wuji's choice.
If I were to choose a man, it should be the Creator God!
This train of thought flowed so smoothly that Qiu Wuji didn't immediately realize something was amiss. It took him a while to come to his senses. How could he possibly think like this?
A thought struck Qiu Wuji, and his eyes widened slowly.
He wrote it? He actually dared to write something like that!