Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo gripped the can of cola in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

"So, the 'huge scam' you wrote about in your diary refers to this book, 'The Book of Heaven'?"

"yes."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"When I first got that book, I felt something was off about it. You know, I've watched too many movies, like The Matrix and The Truman Show."

I thought it was all a huge conspiracy, a game created by some supreme being, and we were all NPCs.

Lin Mo, with his white hair, chuckled self-deprecatingly: "In the end, hehe, I was just overthinking it."

"I still don't quite understand."

Lin Mo pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I also obtained the Book of Heavenly Dao, and after opening it, I also came here."

What on earth is going on? Where exactly is this place? And what exactly is this so-called Heavenly Way?

"The Way of Heaven..."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, stroked his chin, seemingly trying to search his vocabulary, attempting to explain a profound philosophical concept to himself.

"How so? Simply put, the Way of Heaven can be everything, or it can be nothing at all; it all depends on your single thought."

"Thoughts?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, a thought."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, sat up straight, abandoning his roguish air and adopting a rare serious expression.

"When a thought arises, the Way arises; when a thought ceases, the Way vanishes."

Lin Mo's mind flashed through various online novel settings he had read in his previous life, and he tentatively asked.

"You mean something like 'God said, "Let there be light," and there was light?' Or Lao Tzu's saying, 'The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Three gives birth to all things'?"

"That's roughly the idea." The white-haired Lin Mo nodded.

"Anyway, you can be the Tao, I can be the Tao, and every blade of grass and every tree here can be the Tao."

"A single thought in your mind is a path."

"Of course, it doesn't have to be the Tao."

"In short, it all depends on your own will."

He pointed to Lin Mo's chest.

"The purest and most authentic thought deep within your heart, the thought that you completely believe in and that remains unwavering. As long as you believe in it, that is the Way."

"for example……"

Lin Mo, with his white hair, raised his hand and casually pointed to the sky.

"rain."

The voice just fell.

Tick.

Tick.

The once magnificent aurora sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and fine rain began to fall.

It crashed onto the mirror-like ground, creating ripples.

Lin Mo tilted his head back, letting the raindrops fall on his face; the cool touch felt incredibly real.

"Words become law?"

"No, no, no."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, shook his head.

"No need to speak, the core is 'thought'. As long as a thought arises in your mind and you firmly believe it, the world will operate according to your thought."

Lin Mo looked down at his hands, lost in thought.

"I think I understand."

call--

A gentle breeze swept by.

Without warning, the light drizzle stopped abruptly.

The dark clouds seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone down, making people feel warm all over.

"what?"

Lin Mo, with his white hair, was stunned for a moment.

But he quickly realized that it was Lin Mo, the black-haired man on the other side, who was behind this.

He clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of admiration.

"As expected of my other self, this comprehension ability is amazing, he understands it immediately."

"Alright, now you understand everything."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, leaned forward.

"What are you planning to do next? Do you want to stay?"

He pointed to this boundless fairyland.

"It's great here. No need to do missions, no need to fight. If you want something, you can get it with just a thought."

"You can change the world, hold the stars in your hands, and even create an unparalleled new world like me. You will set all the rules; you will be the creator god."

"So, that little girl named Xing'er was also created by you?"

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at the small figure chasing butterflies in the distance.

Using the word "create" is probably not appropriate.

Lin Mo's eyes softened.

"I suppose it's a manifestation of my good intentions. After being a cold-blooded and ruthless villain for so long, I don't even have anyone around me who dares to talk to me."

"So I think it's quite interesting to have a sweet and talkative daughter around."

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh when he saw the other person's "doting father" look.

"How about it? Stay and keep me company?"

Lin Mo, with his white hair, extended another invitation.

Lin Mo stood up, patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and shook his head without hesitation.

"No."

Having figured everything out, Lin Mo felt a sense of relief he had never felt before.

"Being the creator god sounds impressive, but this place is too desolate. I'm a common person and can't stand this lonely feeling of being at the top."

Lin Mo stretched.

"My family of over twenty people is waiting for me to come home for dinner. Ruxue has a bad temper, Yiyi is stingy, and Yunshang just gave birth and needs someone to keep her company."

"If my sons and daughters don't see their father for a few days, they'll tear the roof off the Great Qian Imperial Palace."

"oh--"

The white-haired Lin Mo dragged out the last syllable, pointing at Lin Mo and laughing and scolding.

"You little brat, are you showing off to me? Damn, you're the one having a good time!"

"Same to you."

Lin Mo waved to the other party.

"I'll take good care of Luo Xue for you. You just stay here and take good care of the baby."

"Get out of here, get out of here! Just looking at you makes me angry."

Lin Mo, with his white hair, smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm gone."

Lin Mo's mind stirred.

A soft white light descended from the sky, completely enveloping his body.

His figure began to fade into the light, gradually merging into the radiance.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Just then, Xing'er, who had run out to play earlier, came running back.

She carefully cradled a butterfly that radiated seven-colored light in her hands, her big eyes filled with excitement.

"Dad, look! Isn't this butterfly beautiful!"

Lin Mo, with his white hair, knelt down and gently rubbed his daughter's head, smiling as he said, "Beautiful, very beautiful, but still not as beautiful as our Xing'er."

"whee!"

Hearing the praise, Xing'er happily opened her arms and hugged the white-haired Lin Mo's leg.

The colorful butterfly flew from her fingertips and disappeared back into the magnificent sky.

Xing'er turned her head and looked around.

"Huh? Where's that black-haired older brother? He's disappeared!"

Lin Mo, with his white hair, gently stroked the little girl's head and smiled.

"Him."

"I've gone home."

(The End)