The light ball slowly floated towards Zen and merged with his body once more.
Clarence's voice rang from the depths of Zen's soul again. "The reality I gave you is not enough. You have to create your own reality as well."
"Is there any difference?" Zen asked in confusion.
"Of course there is. This could be what I pursue, and also the reason you were born," answered Clarence.
For humans, drinking the first mouthful of milk to fill their empty stomachs after birth was the beginning of their journey to life. From there, they grew step by step in pursuing strength, wealth, love, power, and the desire for immortality.
However, Clarence was born in a perfect land and had everything he needed within his reach. There was nothing worth pursuing to him in neither the higher-grade worlds nor the lower-grade worlds, which drove him to seek the truth instead.
Why did the world exist?
What was behind the world and all the things in it?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the answers to these seemingly simple questions himself, let alone anyone else.
Although Mastema was on par with him, Mastema had no interest in discussions such as these other than desperately downgrading the world.
Most of the time, Clarence felt quite envious of Mastema. He only focused on the downgrading, giving it his full attention and refusing to think about anything else.
While the world became downgraded little by little, Zen and the Evil God were born as special existences. How could Clarence let go of these two easily?
When Zen heard Clarence's words, he couldn't help feeling hopeless. He wanted to bring his family to a stable environment and stay in the fairy palace, but Clarence insisted on forcing him out.
"Can I really create my own reality?" Zen asked hesitantly.
"Sure, I will help you," replied Clarence.
"Fine." Zen heaved out a sigh as he began to pull himself together.
The reality that Clarence mentioned became the greatest motivation for him. He looked forward to meeting his family again. He did not intend to give up even though he only had a glimmer of hope to cling to.
Two dots suddenly appeared in the Wall World. Zen's eyeballs were slowly formed, followed by his whole head, body, and limbs.
Because of the flat form, there was no need to follow the rules of humans in creation. A human body had no advantage in the Wall World, but was, in fact, a burden. Clarence had initially advised Zen to create himself in the form of a beetle or a worm.
With many sets of feet, wings, and eyes, he would certainly gain a great advantage in the Wall World. He could observe better and even move faster.
However, Zen just couldn't accept it. In the end, he still created a human figure but with a rough shape.
After his body had been completed, his eyes began to perceive the light. What he saw were thin lines in varying colors.
"These thin lines are the only things I can see?" Zen asked as he felt a slight discontent.
"Yes. You can only see the length and brightness of the thin lines; however, you can release your spiritual sense into these thin lines. In this way, you can infer their appearance," Clarence suggested.
Zen tried to do what Clarence had just said.
The spiritual sense could only spread along the surface of the Wall World, but as it had been infused into the thin lines, Zen was able to see what was beyond them.
However, everything in the Deep Space had been downgraded into a mess of various fragments. Even with his spiritual sense, it would still be difficult for him to make out the real shapes of these fragments.
After he walked a short distance on the plane, he noticed a thin gray line.
As usual, Zen released his spiritual sense, but the moment his spiritual sense was infused into the thin gray line, it vanished into thin air. It had actually been absorbed!
"This thin gray line!"
He was a little stunned but he immediately came to a conclusion. "This is the unbreakable gray soil. Has it also been downgraded?"
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