At the moment of picking up the physical book "Ghost Compendium", Wu Liang understood what it meant.
He softly said, looking at the surrounding dark void: "Next, it's the creation of the world, right?"
Bang—
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally pitch-black void, which could swallow even light, suddenly exploded with a dazzling white, and then the dawn of a new day lit up around him.
The scenery of the earth's mountains and rivers, ocean and streams, blue sky, and white clouds started to insanely rewind as if a train was roaring past; in the blink of an eye, the world reached the modern timeline.
Even the buildings that had been swallowed by space cracks began to reconstruct themselves.
However, there was just a tiny bit of change.
The furniture and decorations around his home were not quite the same as before.
The reason was quite simple—
"I should be born now." Wu Liang casually continued as he gazed toward the nearby hospital.
"Wah—"
