The figure of the Supreme Creator towered before Feng Chen, his mere presence bending the space around them with an energy so profound it felt as though the very air pulsed with the rhythm of the universe.
Every fiber of Feng Chen's being screamed at him to kneel, to bow before such an all-encompassing force. His instincts urged him to submit, to drop to his knees in the face of something so vast, so beyond comprehension.
And yet, his soul refused.
Feng Chen's body trembled with the conflict that raged within him... instinct battling against an ironclad will.
His legs stiffened as if glued in place, holding him upright even when every natural urge told him to bow before the Supreme Creator.
His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm of rebellion, refusing to yield to the overwhelming force that filled the space around them.
Before him stood a being of such unimaginable power that it was difficult to comprehend.
