What Lu Ban had to do was very simple.
He would incorporate the past, present, future, and all of history into his own "story."
When the words on the illusory pages solidified, they became unchangeable "iron laws."
And Lu Ban, standing outside the "story," could become an outsider overlooking the whole picture, truly stepping out of the script and becoming an existence akin to God of Gods.
Thus, Lu Ban had recruited all kinds of Chosen of the Gods in the form of The Silent Land, allowing them to travel between different foreign realms, visit the most crucial points in those realms, experience, witness, and change them.
He would return those foreign realms that might have strayed onto the wrong path to their original state.
It was like how a film reel was not continuous, but merely twenty-four images per second.
The history of a foreign realm was the same. At certain points in time, major events capable of influencing the realm's entire development would appear. As long as those points were influenced and then solidified, the realm's development would not deviate drastically.
Just like a film reel, modifying only a few frames could cause the story to take a different path.
Sensing a trace of something strange, The Man of Darkness gently clenched his left hand.
Black threads twisted together in midair.
These black threads stretched into the void as well, linking countless foreign realms together.
Like fishmen swimming through the Endless Sea Abyss.
Like frenzied atmospheric beings atop the Whirling Cloud Summit.
Like villains beneath the radiance of the Endless Twilight.
Countless foreign creatures were pulled along by the black threads and slipped into foreign realms. Following The Man of Darkness's will, they altered the realms Lu Ban had entered.
Some slaughtered indiscriminately and wrought destruction. Some deceived