CH 4

Chu Ge was just a half-hearted writer, not an immortal. He never thought his work would have the ability to construct a real world. However, the lingering fragrance in the air proved that all of this was not an illusion.

Looking back on this whole incident just now, he felt scared.

Qiu Wuji was not a gentle and kind person in his setting. As a cultivator, she fought with heaven and earth, and with others. She was decisive in killing, although she was not from a demonic sect, she obviously did not have a shortage of lives taken by her hands.

Given the other person’s situation and personality, the most likely outcome would be to kill this “creator god”, and then the further events in the book will happen by themselves. Wouldn’t it be better to be free to roam the vast world?

Chu Ge felt for the first time that he was so close to death.

Perhaps she was worried that if this “creator god” died, it would lead to the collapse of the world… After all, this was a new novel in which Chu Ge hadn’t done the whole world-building. Without mentioning anything else, Chu Ge hadn’t even figured out what the immortal realm was like after ascension. Qiu Wuji was a top figure in the world and should have some sense of the future. Thus, this “creator god” could not die.

Maybe that’s why she said, “Even if the world collapses, I will kill you.”

It’s not incomprehensible to talk about the matter of crossing from a book to the real world. There were so many novels in which the protagonist traveled to a world of books, so what if a heroine comes out from the world of the novel?

Others often shuttle between different novel worlds and have different roles… that’s the way of the multiverse.

In this regard, it seems that there is nothing surprising about the heroine coming out of his own book. Perhaps it does not require a very imaginative mind, nor does it require him to be a cultivator, but it is just the common idea of “breaking the dimensional wall”.

But the problem is that others’ worlds are at least complete, and the fate of the characters has been determined. What about himself? The world has not yet been fully constructed, and the plot has just begun. And the female lead came out of the book and force the author to rewrite the story?

Fortunately, for some reason, Qiu Wuji could not stay long and did not have time to think about how to weave a development that conformed to the logic of the world. In the end, this mess still fell back into Chu Ge’s hands.

It still seemed controllable…

But it was so annoying!

The outline of the human world before Qiu Wuji’s ascension was still very complete. If the first female lead and male lead suddenly had no involvement, wouldn’t the story of the world collapse?

How to change this!

Even if the role of Qiu Wuji in the story is toned down, and her original role is given to other female characters, the story can barely be salvaged, but there will still be many inconsistencies. Moreover, for readers, a stunning female protagonist suddenly losing her role is unacceptable. Isn’t this a waste of a great female character?

The flow of the story would then be completely off.

But not changing is not an option, losing money due to poor sales is one thing, but losing his life is another thing entirely!

Chu Ge sat in front of his computer, looking constipated, unable to write a single word for half an hour.

Eventually, the clock struck eleven-thirty.

“Damn it!” Chu Ge caught sight of the time and suddenly realized that he had written more than half of the chapter but had not finished it. If he dilly-dallied any longer, he would have to go on hiatus!

Chu Ge felt incredibly frustrated. A hiatus during the rising period is not good for his reputation. He had been unwilling to take time off even when he was sick before, but now he was being forced to by this inexplicable situation.

The future of this novel looked increasingly bleak.

“What the hell did I do to deserve this…” Chu Ge was at a loss. Other people’s fortuitous encounters were all good things, but his fortuitous encounter was… indescribable.

“Just not being with the protagonist is enough, right? Who’s afraid of whom when it comes to writing? I’ll write whatever the hell I want!” Chu Ge gritted his teeth, adjusted his keyboard, and wrote quickly:

“Qiu Wuji stood in front of the window for a while, then withdrew her thoughts. How could she think of that Chu Tiange? Really… in this world, what man could match her? Not to mention just a disciple. Even if she was lonely and needed a man, it would have to be the creator god himself!”

Done, published!

…

In the world of the novel.

Qiu Wujì was not standing in front of the window, but in a secret room meditating.

Her actions were not synchronized with what the author wrote, and everyone’s timelines were not the same. Moreover, the characters have their own things to do outside of the predetermined plot, and they are not just idling around.

In the midst of the sealed room, a shadow descended out of nowhere and merged with her body.

It turned out that the Qiu Wuji that appeared before Chu Ge by breaking through the boundary of the book was just her consciousness, not her physical body.

She had not yet met the conditions for ascension, and breaking through the boundary with a single thought was due to extreme anger that stimulated her potential. Forcibly staying outside could lead to her soul leaving her body, causing serious problems. Feeling her limit, she had to return.

This is why Chu Ge felt that her oppressive power was not as strong as he had imagined. In other words, what he saw before was barely Qiu Wuji’s spiritual consciousness.

As her spiritual form returned to her body, Qiu Wuji opened her eyes. Her slightly dazed gaze gradually became determined.

Not to mention that even Chu Ge was dumbfounded at that time. In fact, Qiu Wuji herself could not think clearly.

When she saw a man tapping on strange square buttons in front of a strange light screen, and the screen displayed words that spoke of her innermost thoughts, the shock and confusion at that moment were beyond words.

This person is writing a story, and I’m just a character in his fabricated story?

The whole world is just a book… then everything I’ve experienced, is it real or illusory?

Or is this what they call “the will of heaven”?

In the world of immortals, there are concepts of cultivation in writing and painting, and even the idea of creating the universe. However, as “lower realm” beings, they have limited cultivation, and no one has succeeded so far. But the concept is there, and Qiu Wuji, as one of the top figures of her time, can easily understand this.

But when she herself became a living character in a story, the impact on her perception and emotions was something that outsiders could hardly understand.

But it doesn’t matter…

Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear, and the will of heaven is the most difficult thing to fathom and resist. But since she has already uncovered the truth, there must be a way.

She could rely on that “Creator God” who seemed powerless.

Threatening him a little, wouldn’t that make him afraid to act recklessly?

By then, not only could she control her own destiny, but she could also achieve even more.

Sure enough, after returning, the image of that disciple in her mind became more and more blurred. That “Creator God” was indeed trying to cut off this meaningless red thread that he had created.

The critical issue now is that her breaking through the boundary this time had an unexpected element, so the urgent task is to find a way to stabilize the breakthrough, as well as a method for staying outside for a long time.

“By that time, if I retreat, the world will weave itself, and if I advance, I will explore the heavens and the world. This universe is boundless, with vast skies and seas. What can’t be done?”

In love with a disciple? What a joke! How could that possibly be her future?

It couldn’t be her choice at all.

If she really wanted to find a man, it should be the Creator God himself!

The seamless connection of these thoughts was too smooth, so much so that Qiu Wuji didn’t realize what was wrong for a while. It took a long time before she started to realize, how could she think like this?

Qiu Wuji’s heart moved, and her eyes slowly widened.

‘Did he write it? How dare he write something like this!’