In the pure white space, there was no sky, no earth, and no wind.
A sprouting seed floated in the middle. Beside it was a tiny blue-gold point of light—that was all that remained of Tang San.
A line of words appeared before everyone's eyes:
[Level Eleven: Creation.] [Rule: You must decide how this world will go on from now on.] [Warning: What remains will become rules. What is discarded will never return.]
A very soft voice came from within the seed:
"Gu Changsheng, it's your turn. What kind of world do you want?"
Xiao Wu looked at the seed and asked, "Does it want us to become gods?"
Gu Changsheng shook his head. "Not become gods. Write the beginning. Gods would force everyone to live according to their own ideas. Once the beginning is written, people still have to walk the rest of the way themselves."
Qian Renxue did not point her sword at the seed. She merely said, "The previous level was about not letting destruction have the final say. But this one asks us to set the rules ourselves.
"If we write them wrong, it'll be worse than Tang San locking the world away."
Hu Liena gave a cold snort. "If 'I must save everyone' becomes an unbreakable rule, then anyone who disobeys becomes a sinner. That's no different from Tang San. It just sounds nicer."
Shui Bing'er looked at the expanse of white. "But if we write nothing, this place will remain empty forever. Emptiness is a kind of death too."
Ning Qing gripped the half of Broken Sword in her hand. "We already changed things on Asura's side. We can't force people onto Godhood again. This time, we can't write it so the world can only continue if someone sacrifices themselves."
Tang San's