In a normal world without magic, a world without supernatural power, luck did not play such a major role.
One could still rely on personal effort, family strength, and population growth to accumulate foundations and pass the family down from generation to generation.
As long as they did not encounter major man-made disasters or natural calamities, there was a good chance their line would not die out.
But that would not work in a land of cultivation.
When conflicts arose, an entire clan being wiped out was commonplace.
Cultivators possessed immense destructive power; destroying an entire nation at once was perfectly ordinary.
Thus, the so-called family struggle came to an abrupt end.
Little Illusion felt deeply frustrated.
"How did that go by? Why does it feel like it passed so quickly, like I just took a nap?"
"I barely did anything. How did it suddenly end?"
She looked at Wenren Sheng in confusion.
"Oh, you only feel that way because you're mistaken. The actual time you played and the amount of control you put in were exactly the same," Wenren Sheng said bluntly.
That was simply the truth.
Naturally dissatisfied, Little Illusion shook her head. "No, no. Hmm, I want to switch to another world and keep playing."
Wenren Sheng thought for a moment. "All right, then switch to another one."
But just then, the two animal players, Wild Boar and Butterfly, suddenly vanished for some reason.
Following the connection between them, Wenren Sheng extended his senses toward them.
He suddenly discovered something.
Neither of them had continued pestering Little Illusion, because they had both realized how terrifying Wenren Sheng, her backer, was.
He could actually stir up the underlying flow of time in an entire world. Even if it was merely a Small World with a low upper limit,