Even though he exerted all his strength and poured in all his energy, the surrounding "void" still didn't budge a bit! It was like an ant trying to move a mountain.
Lu Yuan was drenched in sweat; he underestimated the difficulty of creating a world, or rather, he greatly underestimated it!
It was as if an unparalleled existence had drawn a boundary between gods and mortals.
Crossing that boundary makes one a god.
Failing to cross it makes one a mortal.
He was doing his utmost, his heartbeat quickened. His body was disintegrating, every inch of his skin peeling away, and intense pain surged into his mind!
How dare you? A terrifying response seemed to echo in the void.
"No, it still won't work."
By the time he realized this, it was already too late; Lu Yuan had thrown his "self" into this void, and if he couldn't create a world, he would be annihilated here.
No one could help him.
Lu Yuan struggled madly as cold death approached.
But he was powerless.
