Wenren Sheng began eagerly poring over the materials in the library.
The entire library was silent, save for the sound of turning pages.
There was, however, a separate reading room nearby.
People inside seemed to be discussing something.
Wenren Sheng listened carefully and caught their conversation.
"What is the purpose of a world?"
"And what is the meaning of a world?"
"A world needs neither purpose nor meaning. Its greatest goal is simply to keep running on its own."
"But we are creators. We need meaning in order to live better."
"You are wrong. Our goal is merely to live, like those numb living beings. No matter what suffering we encounter, we should live according to the meaning of biology itself and keep living no matter what. That is enough."
Hearing this, Wenren Sheng could not help but smile faintly.
These people really were innocent.
Their enthusiasm for discussing such things gave them passion for creating worlds, maintaining worlds, and developing worlds.
More often, it was the elderly world creators who had seen through the development, ascension, destruction, and reincarnation of worlds. In the end, only one need remained: to live.
Just then.
Little Stone suddenly reported to him in his mind.
"Master, we have discovered a mass of black gas spreading toward our Eastern Continent World."
"Fortunately, we built Firewalls in advance."
Wenren Sheng found this somewhat strange.
It was a little like an examination.
The moment you finished studying a semester's material, an exam arrived to test how much you had learned.
He then took a look.
Sure enough, countless wisps of black gas had appeared in the void where the Eastern Continent World was located.
Fortunately, the Firewall Worlds had long since been built.
As though drawn by some kind of attraction.
They had originally been heading