Su Han dared not gamble; if his physical body died, would his soul remain in this world forever? Even if it did, seeing this world devoid of anything, it probably wouldn't be a good thing, but rather a form of eternal torment.
"What is the mystery of this misty place?" Su Han grabbed his hair, feeling his legs go weak, and wished he had a chair.
Then, the world of mist underwent a tremendous change.
Once Su Han regained his footing and looked around again, he discovered... a series of peculiarly shaped chairs. Some were ferocious, some ethereal, and some exuded an aura of dominance, all sorts of strange styles had appeared around him.
Directly in front of Su Han was a large, unremarkable chair.
This chair stands on a high platform that appears out of nowhere. Though ordinary, it seems to be looking down at the strangely shaped chairs below.
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Chapter 2 Above the Mist
"This is the opportunity of this world?!" Su Han's expression was somewhat excited. "I can create all sorts of fantastical items according to my will?"
"How about conjure a golden cudgel?" In the next instant, a golden needle actually appeared in Su Han's hand. He bit his lower lip and whispered, "Big, big, big!!"
The golden cudgel had indeed become enormous, yet Su Han could not feel any weight in his hand.
"Great! Invincible!" Su Han was relieved. So what if there were ghosts and monsters outside? In this world, he would first manifest the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, making him immune to all magic, and then confine the Four Swords of Immortal Execution! He would slaughter any ghosts and gods that came.
Su Han excitedly took the Golden Cudgel to the real world, but returned three seconds later looking utterly dejected. Because the Golden Cudgel simply couldn't be brought into reality.
"I can do anything in this world with my imagination! Like a creator, but this world seems to be just an illusory spiritual world... What good is it to do everything here?"
Su Han sighed deeply. No matter how long he stayed here, if he encountered a ghost in reality, he would still die.
Su Han conducted further experiments and discovered that he could create many magical artifacts, but he could not create real life.
"Okay... he's not exactly a creator! Damn it, after all this time he's just a top-tier blacksmith? Able to forge countless divine artifacts!"
Su Han felt even more sorrowful. She walked step by step up the platform and then sat down on an ordinary chair.
A light mist shrouded his body. Su Han didn't care, still pondering how to deal with his reality. "Sigh, if only I weren't the only one in this world."
The instant his words fell, a black light suddenly flashed across this world.
Then, three figures gradually emerged from the two large chairs under Su Han's chair.
One was an extremely tall and imposing figure; the moment he appeared, the chair instantly enlarged to accommodate him. The other two were of normal human size, and they sat in separate chairs.
They were naturally shrouded in a light mist, but Su Han could easily see through it.
The moment he saw through the fog, he froze in shock.
Holy crap! Whitebeard from the One Piece world, and...
Madara Uchiha from the Naruto world? Judging by his aged appearance... are those age spots?
However, he still has the Rinnegan in his eyes! It seems that Nagato's plan hasn't even started yet?
There's another one, emmm... she's a little beggar, but her eyes are very bright and lively. Su Han sensed that she was a girl... and immediately fell into deep thought.
"Little beggar girl!" Su Han suddenly thought of someone who fit the description perfectly, "Huang Rong?"
Su Han was shocked.
What's going on? He didn't intend to create these people!
Moreover, he had already thoroughly tested his abilities. He simply couldn't create life on his own.
Just as Su Hanfeng was feeling bewildered, someone below spoke up.
"Gurararara! What a strange world," Whitebeard said. Although he was shrouded in mist, the mist only obscured his exact shape and face. If one wanted to see him clearly, they could still tell that he was six or seven meters tall. "It looks a bit like a cage! But, shouldn't I have just been on the Moby Dick?"
"But thinking about it, it makes sense. The world is too big, and there are too many bizarre Devil Fruits. It seems I've fallen for one? But it doesn't matter!"
"Under absolute power, all of this is a joke!" Whitebeard clenched his fist and punched it into the void in front of him. White light swirled around his fist, and then it suddenly exploded... shattering everything.
"Wh-what?"
Huang Rong remained motionless, slumped in her chair, almost bursting into tears.
I inexplicably found myself in this strange world, and then inexplicably witnessed a scene that seemed to cause the sky to collapse.
Huang Rong came from a family with extensive knowledge, so she naturally knew what the truly top martial arts masters in the world were like.
She was absolutely certain that even if those martial arts masters were ten or a hundred times stronger, they could never achieve something like this—shattering the sky with a single punch.
"Have I somehow ended up in the underworld? I...I don't want to die!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Huang Rong, no matter how clever and mischievous she was, couldn't hold back her emotions at this moment.
She thought of her father and regretted not listening to him. She realized how dangerous the outside world was.
"A peculiar bloodline limit, but that's no excuse for your insolence before me!" The aged Madara narrowed his eyes, a mixture of interest and coldness in them. "Want to dance before me? Then please me to the fullest! If you can't..."
"Then die!"
Madara raised his hand, "Shinra Tensei!"
The crack and the repulsive wave collided. Just as the energy fluctuation was about to erupt, a voice devoid of any emotion rang out.
"Is that enough?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds dispersed and the breeze subsided.
The repulsive wave and the Shinra Tensei both vanished completely.