When the defect was filled, when life was released.
Yu Xian saw a speck of light.
At the moment the light appeared, he knew he had made a breakthrough.
There was no rehearsal in advance, no superfluous attention, no applause from bystanders.
His breakthrough was, as always, low-key and simple.
This meant that his miracles would continue into the future, and that the plug-in he opened for others was far from reaching its limit.
Yu Xian quietly watched the speck of light before him, as if looking at a vibrant world.
Of course, it was indeed a world.
A world born simultaneously with his breakthrough.
But this world was still minuscule, still seemed illusory, and could only exist dependent on him.
He could distinctly sense that with a mere thought, he could erase the existence of this world, reducing it to nothingness.
He was born the master of this world.
