The Primordial World: A Thought Gives Life, A Thought Brings Death

Chaos.

Put bluntly, this place was an unfinished house with no renovations.

Gray currents drifted everywhere. Forget scenery—there was not even a place to set foot.

The Chaos gales that swept through from time to time were sharper than bone-scraping steel blades. Only beings on Qin Feng and Nuwa's level could withstand them. A Grand Unity Golden Immortal would be shredded in minutes.

"This place is a bit too plain."

Qin Feng held Nuwa's hand and strolled leisurely through the void as though taking an after-dinner walk.

He stopped and looked around with disdain.

Now that he had become the new owner of the Primordial World, the courtyard outside could not be so shabby either. If he brought his wife out for a vacation someday, they could not keep staring at this endless grayness.

"Plain?"

Nuwa tilted her head, unable to keep up with Qin Feng's train of thought.

Wasn't Chaos supposed to be like this?

Ever since the great Pangu performed World Creation, this chaotic void had been a forbidden zone for life, synonymous with disorder and chaos.

"Watch me."

Qin Feng smiled, released Nuwa's hand, and stepped forward.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Magic Power in that step.

Yet the world in his eyes changed.

The originally chaotic streams of Chaos Qi broke down before his eyes into strings of basic code. He did not need chants or hand seals. He only needed to lightly press the Enter key in this backend system.

"Let there be light."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The crisp sound exploded strangely through the vacuum, where there was no medium to carry sound.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and her rosy lips formed an "O."

Where Qin Feng pointed, the originally dead darkness suddenly became like a powder keg set