Li Cang was thrilled.
At that moment, he felt that he had stepped into a new realm.
He could sense that the sky was dark crimson, the earth scorched black, and the air thick with the scent of sulfur and frost.
He knew that this was the domain of gods, the source of power.
He could now do more than control fire and ice. He could summon storms and earthquakes as well.
Li Cang's heart was filled with ambition.
He wanted to use this world's power to strengthen himself further.
He could already feel that as long as he brought about an apocalypse, he could gain power through destruction.
Of course, before the apocalypse, the world had to be restored first.
Restore it, then destroy it.
That was how the Doomsday World gained power.
"Hahaha! From today onward, I am a god!"
Li Cang stood atop a high mountain, his body surrounded by flames and frost.
He spread his arms, and clouds began to gather in the sky while the ground started to tremble.
He could feel his power running rampant through this world to his heart's content.
He began to create storms. He began to create earthquakes.
Yet he failed to realize—or rather, power had clouded his mind.
He had forgotten that his actions had long since drawn the attention of the "gods."
Or perhaps he believed that he too had entered the ranks of gods.
But he had forgotten that the gap between gods was even greater than the gap in strength between humans and ants.
They were all called gods. Some were omniscient and omnipotent, while others could even be punished by mortals...
He simply continued his rampage, and the few remaining mortals began to suffer as well.
Originally, this Doomsday World still had a chance to