Zhu Zhengwei stood upon the thin membrane of this world, feeling a lingering sense of fear: "Almost got caught. Pretend to boast and then run—how exhilarating."
Don't be fooled by the fact that I am the Creator God, but this here is an enemy world.
This body, if the native Demon Gods of this place kill it, what a huge joke that would be!
They reside at the end of the cosmic sky, and breaking open the sky beside them—it is a crisis beyond imagination.
But Zhu Zhengwei could only brace himself and move forward.
To pretend and deceive them, one must risk their life.
In this world, is there anything that doesn't involve risk yet promises great rewards?
"Right now, I just need to plant an anchor point for them, a slight doubt in their minds: What is this power? How could it tear open the sky... Let them accept what's to come as preparation."
Zhu Zhengwei continually considered in his mind.
