Chapter 315 Creating a World: How to create a world...
How do we create a world?
Sang Zhitao sat in the courtyard, staring at the black void, occasionally glancing at her empty palm.
Five days have passed since the day after Wang Heshi decided to let her try to create the world, and she still has no clue.
"Is it alright?" Wang Heshi asked, looking at her in the courtyard through the window from inside the room.
"It's alright," Shi said with a smile. "It's something she has to do herself; there's nothing we can do to help."
Wang certainly knew.
Even as the King of Gods, it took him several days to grasp the basics when he first created the world.
Even so, he couldn't help but worry a little more about the royal family's rare children.
A few days later, Wang came to the master's place again.
Sang Zhitao remained seated, her body now covered in a thin layer of dust.
Wang twitched his lips and looked at the teacher watering the field beside him: "Does it have to be so realistic?"
The master chuckled but didn't reply.
"Still no clue." Sang Zhitao sighed, snapping out of her deep thoughts.
The king nodded to her, and the dust on Sang Zhitao instantly disappeared.
“Creating a world is never easy, especially when you’re starting from scratch.” Wang patted her head. “Not to mention you’re still a baby.”
“But…” Sang Zhitao frowned slightly, about to say that she was indeed very anxious.
Wang nodded at her: "Even a god with extraordinary talent would take many years to create the first world, so don't rush it."
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "But I have experienced far more than those gods. Shouldn't it be easier for me to create the world?"
Wang chuckled and said, "Creativity isn't calculated that way. Experience only makes your soul more resilient; it doesn't make your creative path easier."
Sang Zhitao sighed after hearing this: "I see..."
Seeing her disappointed face, Wang couldn't help but pinch her cheek: "Since Master said that you already have the power to create, then you can definitely do it."
Sang Zhitao nodded obediently, walked to her teacher's side, picked up a small bucket, and carefully watered the vegetable garden.
When the teacher saw her coming over to water the plants, he couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Alright, relax for a bit."
"Haste makes waste?" Sang Zhitao looked up at her teacher.
"Yes, haste makes waste." The master nodded.
Seeing this, Wang chuckled and picked up the teacup on the table, taking a sip.
The slightly bitter tea made him frown slightly, as if he wasn't used to it.
Just as he was about to say something, a flash of inspiration appeared in the sky.
Wang reached out and took the spiritual light, his expression changing involuntarily.
"What's wrong?" Shi asked, noticing his strange expression.
Wang shook his head solemnly and handed the spiritual light in his hand to his master.
The master took it and glanced at it, his expression turning somewhat grim: "How could this be?"
Wang glanced at Sang Zhitao not far away before letting out a heavy sigh: "It's been like this for 20,000 years, but it's gotten a bit worse recently."
The master followed his gaze to Sang Zhitao: "No wonder you asked me to find a way to coax Tao into creating the world."
"You are..." She paused before continuing, "You're planning to have Tao take over your position?"
Wang nodded: "Yes, isn't this a good thing? Tao will take over my position, while I will go and stabilize the foundation of the world."
The teacher pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly: "I don't recommend you do that."
Wang raised an eyebrow at her: "You did object before."
The teacher glanced at him before looking at Sang Zhitao and said, "Yesterday..."
She paused, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face.
Wang looked at her suspiciously.
“When I was processing Tao’s divine power yesterday, I discovered that her soul was not right.”
"What do you mean?" A bad feeling welled up in Wang's heart.
Sure enough, the master delivered bad news.
"Tao's soul is not intact; she cannot take over your position."
"Why wasn't it discovered before?" Wang's sharp gaze swept over Sang Zhitao. "Who did it?"
The master shook his head: "I don't know, but Tao seems to know for herself."
The king tapped his fingertips on the table.
After a long while, he looked up at Sang Zhitao not far away and said, "Tao, come here for a moment."
As Sang Zhitao watered the plants, the anxiety she had felt from being unable to create a world gradually subsided, and she relaxed completely.
Hearing Wang's call, he reluctantly put down the small bucket in his hand.
"Wang? Shi?" She looked at the expressions on their faces with suspicion, which were no longer as relaxed as before.
"Tao, is your soul incomplete?" Wang looked at Sang Zhitao and instead of testing her like adults, he spoke directly.
Sang Zhitao paused for a moment before nodding blankly, "Yes."
After saying that, Sang Zhitao looked at her master and asked, "I think I've already told you, Master, haven't I?"
After recalling for a moment, the teacher frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "You mean...it's true?"
Isn't she your enemy?
“She is my other half.” Sang Zhitao looked at her and then at Wang.
Seeing the two looking confused, Sang Zhitao continued, "Zhen and I were born in the same world at the same time. We are both world consciousnesses of that world."
“I am life, she is destruction; we are one body, two souls.”
"Then why..." Shi interrupted her subconsciously and asked.
Sang Zhitao slowly shook her head: "I don't remember either, I..."
"My memories before I became Earth consciousness are incomplete, but I can confirm that I and Shin were born at the same time."
"But why did she become an extraterrestrial evil god... a demon?" Sang Zhitao thought that only someone with the power of a king was called a god, so she quickly changed her words.
"I don't know why I became the world consciousness of the Earth."
At this point, Sang Zhitao paused for a moment, "Moreover, I've always felt that it's strange that the world consciousness of those small worlds suddenly came to Earth to teach me. It seems that they knew from the beginning that I would be the one to save their world."
"I see..." Wang looked at his master thoughtfully.
As if realizing something, Shi suddenly turned around and looked at Wang: "You doubt me?!"
Wang nodded.
The master's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Impossible! That's the legendary..."
She glanced at Sang Zhitao but didn't elaborate. Instead, she looked at Wang and continued to refute, "I don't believe what you said is true."
Wang Ye glanced at Sang Zhitao before replying, "I will check."
Sang Zhitao looked at the king, then at the master: "You..."
"Sweetie, you're still young, don't worry about adult things." Shi Jiang smiled, turned her around, and gave her a push. "Go water the fields first."
Seeing that the two of them looked like they would never say anything, Sang Zhitao could only purse her lips, stomp her foot hard, and return to the vegetable garden.
"I hope it's not what you said, otherwise..." Shi rubbed his temples with a grim expression.
Wang gave a wry smile: "Do you think I want this? If that were the case, all my arrangements would have to be redone."
"Moon... what have you done?"
The two looked into the void, and after a long while, the king let out a sigh.
The king left after that, and remained there for three years.
During this time, Sang Zhitao learned to become a god under her master's guidance and gained an understanding of the divine world.
As for creating the world, I don't know why the master never let her try it again.
This caused Sang Zhitao, whose emotions had already been calmed down, to become irritable again during this period.
She has traveled through so many worlds, but has never stayed for so long. She doesn't know how time flows here or on Earth, or if many years will have passed when she returns to Earth.
"You need to learn to be calm so that you can better utilize your power," the master said, seeing her watering the plants with a clanging sound.
Sang Zhitao pursed her lips, put down the small bucket, and looked at her master: "I don't understand. Didn't you say I already possessed the power of creation? Why were you urging me to create the world before, but now you're not in a hurry anymore?"
The teacher patted her head: "There are some things we need to confirm."
After saying that, she gave a wry smile: "No one wants to force a child to grow up quickly, and neither do we."
Sang Zhitao frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What exactly do you want to confirm? And what were you talking about that day?"
The master looked at her intently without saying a word.
Sang Zhitao waited for a while, but when she didn't get a reply, she couldn't help but urge her again, "What exactly is making things difficult for you?"
She looked down at her small frame and said, "You wouldn't keep quiet about it just because I'm a child, would you?"
“But I am no longer a child. I have existed as a world consciousness since the birth of the earth. I have witnessed human civilization and even personally participated in the life of a human being.”
"I have enough experience and judgment, I think..."
"I have the right to know the truth."
She looked at her teacher with unwavering eyes.
The teacher saw the unyielding resolve in her eyes, and after a moment's thought, said, "I can't be sure."
"I think... I'll wait for the King to tell you."
Sang Zhitao took a deep breath and looked around the farmhouse that floated in the dark void: "But I'm so scared..."
“I am terrified of my country. My family and friends will not be able to wait for me to return.” She looked up at her master. “As gods, you have such long lifespans that you may not be able to understand.”
"But I've been here for too long, and I really want to go home."
"This is your home." The teacher didn't understand Sang Zhitao's urgency, but he did understand the overwhelming sadness in the child in front of him.
“This isn’t the place!” Sang Zhitao looked at her. “This isn’t the place.”
"My home is on Earth. Whether as a world consciousness or as the human Sang Zhitao, everything I remember and love is there."
The master opened his mouth, pondered for a moment, then sighed and said, "I will no longer stop you from creating the world; you may choose your own path."
"When you have enough power, you can leave this world and go wherever you want to go."
Sang Zhitao's eyes lit up with undisguised surprise upon hearing this.
Before her teacher could say anything, she looked down at her palm.
During this time, Sang Zhitao often pondered what kind of world the first world should be and how to build a basic framework for it.
But now, looking at her palm, the emotions she couldn't suppress surged forth, and instinctively she traced a circle in her palm, then the main star, the continent, her race...
"Elves, dragons, goblins..." Sang Zhitao murmured to herself as if unconsciously, her fingertips lightly tapping in the small world.
"This place... also needs extraterrestrial races."
She moved her fingertip to a planet far away from the main star, creating a replica of it and modifying its parameters.
"Mermaids...? No, no, the merfolk! The kings of the ocean."
"here……"
"Machine race, Homo sapiens..."
Wang arrived here at some unknown time. He stood next to his master, looking down at Sang Zhitao, who was immersed in her little world.
"Didn't we say we wouldn't let her create anything for now?" He frowned and looked at his teacher, puzzled.
The master looked at Sang Zhitao for a long time before saying, "Even a god cannot stop a child's obsession with returning home..."
Wang paused for a moment after hearing this, then sighed heavily and said nothing more.
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