Creator Ximen Lang

"I feel like I can do anything I want right now. I'm practically omnipotent!"

Frowning, he pondered for a while longer. Suddenly, a word that perfectly described his current state finally flashed through Ximen Lang's mind.

"It's like I'm the Creator. As long as I want to, I can accomplish anything!"

As he spoke, Ximen Lang casually molded a planet with his bare hands, creating a Blue Star identical to the one in his memories. It was a one-to-one recreation—even every country and every street was exactly the same. It was a lifelike Earth, indistinguishable from the real thing.

Then he felt that having only Earth would be too lonely, so Ximen Lang casually molded the eight planets as well. Even Pluto, which had been kicked out of the Solar System's original nine-planet lineup for lacking enough prestige, was included.

He looked so relaxed and effortless that it seemed there wasn't the slightest difficulty.

It was only when he reached the most important celestial body in the entire Solar System—the Sun—that Ximen Lang paused for a brief moment.

It wasn't that Ximen Lang couldn't mold the Sun. After all, he had created the eight planets so easily. A mere star like the Sun was naturally no problem.

It was mainly because... there was no need.

No matter how one looked at it, the Sun was still energy. Expending so much energy to create a star that was basically useless...

Wasn't that a little pointless?

Besides, it wasn't as if there wasn't already one outside! At that thought, Ximen Lang simply reached out a hand.

Like an immortal who could hold the sun and moon in his palm and pluck stars from the heavens, he plucked a Sun from some unknown star system.

He pressed it directly into the Solar System