"Creating script, script world." After learning this information, Lu Yunhe immediately began considering how to ascend back to a higher dimension.
Although the Path of Origin ran through everything, with every dimensional world crossed, the scale of influence exerted by the Origin Dao decreased geometrically.
Especially when influencing a higher-dimensional world from a lower dimension—if his mastery of the Origin Dao had not been profound, even a Demigod would never have been able to affect a three-dimensional world through a mere body of information.
If it were someone in the Legendary Realm, at most they could influence reality from within the dream world.
Now that he was merely a body of information, directly influencing the real world would not mean much.
"I need to move a lever..."
Lu Yunhe's thoughts stirred. The period symbol on the blank paper emitted an eerie glow before falling silent again.
"I got sent back again!"
Writer Lian returned to his rented apartment with a document folder in his arms, his face exhausted.
The work he had painstakingly written had been rejected by the editor again. He would probably have to start over from scratch.
While having his work sent back was nothing unusual, if this continued, he would likely starve to death first.
He had poured all his energy into writing, leaving Lian with little ability to cope with the outside world. Those who stood around in long robes drinking really could starve to death.
Writer Lian returned to his tiny rented apartment, sat in his chair, turned on the desk lamp, and held his pen without being able to write for a long while.
"Ah... If only a monster would appear. Let the world be destroyed already."
Writer Lian sighed. Several of his creations had been rejected, and he truly had no