Over there, Chu Ge soothed the Azure Dragon and had it hide within the Sealing again to recuperate, then went home to start writing.
Writing always came first. Even his dad, an "outsider," knew that, and Chu Ge himself understood it even better.
Where had the world come from? He had written it into existence.
How did he gain control over the world? Through the plot he wrote.
How would the world form a closed loop? Through the ending his writing outlined.
Although he was now "delegating authority," letting Chu Tiange, Yan Qianlie, and the others act for themselves while he waited to "copy" what happened, it fundamentally wasn't about being lazy... or rather, it wasn't just about being lazy. It was also a form of observation.
Observing the movements of the people in the world, observing his own control, and observing what problems might arise from this reversal of sequence.
So far, everything looked fine, except that without his prompting, that bunch of idiots from before might not have advanced the plot even in a hundred years...
But now, with his prompting, the Mortal Realm arc had reached its final juncture.
During these past few days of commotion in the Mortal World, the book's plot hadn't stood still. With stockpiled chapters going out on scheduled release, events in the book had progressed in an orderly fashion.
Although very little time had passed in the story, with several consecutive chapters devoted to battle, and perhaps not even a single night having elapsed, the atmosphere of that battle was very tense. At the very least, it was far tenser than Chu Ge trading barbs with Miyamura and his father on the seabed.
Qiu Wuji hadn't done much during this trip to South Korea and had said very little, making herself practically