High above, upon the canopy of heaven, the humans regarded as creators crawled forward. Humans had once moved on all fours long ago; here at the dim Abyss Bottom, they had rediscovered their original posture.
Back then, they crawled in search of food, food that could save their species. Now, they were still trying to save their species; only what they sought had changed.
Over tens of thousands of years of evolution, humans had gone from crawling to standing upright. Yet for their species, they would rather "devolve," rather become savage again, rather grope across the ground, rather abandon everything.
It was clearly cool here, yet sweat continued to drip from Lu Youqi. He was close to figuring out the full picture of the words on the ground.
The place he had first touched had been filled with records concerning the people around him. The farther he crawled, the more distant the connection to him became, and the broader the perspective of the descriptions grew.
From "people," to "buildings," to "cities," the things being described became increasingly broad, and the records were no longer so detailed, becoming highly fragmented.
But that was already enough to construct a complete "world." The words only needed to define a rough framework; true reality could extend within that framework, like vines spreading across a trellis and bearing fruit in places unseen.
Lu Youqi suddenly stopped, because he had touched a record of that disaster. He hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should start here and erase the disaster, but he quickly gave up on the idea.
"Even if that disaster had never happened, the Abyss would still descend. It might even descend in a more terrifying way."
Lu Youqi had long gained a clearer understanding of the Abyss. When this "World Cancer" eroded