Pan Long had always wondered: were the worlds created by the Classic of Mountains and Seas Fragment real or not?
If those worlds were false, mere illusions, he could do whatever he wanted in them without a weight on his conscience. There would be nothing to worry about.
Even if he started a world war, or even a catastrophe that destroyed an entire world, the worst he would face was the condemnation of his conscience. At most, he would accumulate evil karma and suffer retribution someday... and that would be only fair. He would have no grounds to complain.
But if those worlds really existed, he would have far more to consider before he acted.
Because then he could not go around causing disasters.
Otherwise, even if heaven struck him down with thunder and killed the culprit, it could not bring his victims back to life.
And... he had another thought.
If the worlds created by the Classic of Mountains and Seas Fragment were real, then didn't opening each new world mean bringing trouble to a great many people?
The thought seemed a little self-important. Perhaps those worlds played out their joys and sorrows whether or not he opened them. Perhaps his presence made little difference, and his arrival was probably a good thing.
But Pan Long could not help wondering: What if those worlds don't exist until I open them? Or what if they exist, but time doesn't pass there?
If that's the case, might it be better not to open them at all?
He knew the thought was wrong. It was absurd, not to mention far too arrogant.
Who was Pan Long, anyway? Just an ordinary transmigrator. In ability or achievement, how could he compare with the transmigrators who had come before him?
...Even his cheat, the Classic