Chen Mo floated in the vast expanse of his soul space, his colossal form dwarfing entire planets. The immense figure, comparable to the size of multiple celestial bodies combined, held the Star Dawn Mortal World delicately between his fingertips, observing it with an intense gaze.
Contemplating his past struggles, he mulled over the inexplicable hindrances that had obstructed his pursuit of creating Rasiel and his subsequent breakthrough to the immortal realm. A nagging suspicion gnawed at his mind – something, or someone, had actively tried to prevent him from exercising his powers to their fullest potential.
"If that's the case, then there must be some sort of rule in place, orchestrating these events," he mused, drawing parallels to the enigmatic Law of the Heavenly Way. "And if such a rule exists, there must be an overseer, a rule keeper of sorts."
