God Said, Let There Be Money!

The universe was yet to be forged, and the chaos was still unsettled.

Feng Lin stood in a chaotic region, surrounded by seething chaotic auras around him as if a brand new world was being nurtured.

It was waiting for an ancient chaotic god or devil to create the world with an epoch-making might.

What kind of world should I create?

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Feng Lin sank into deep thought.

It was too hard to rely purely on imagination to independently create a new world with a complete set of regulations!

He didn't have the mental effort to achieve this, nor was there a need for him to do it.

If something were to go wrong with his visualization and the regulations in the new world turned out to be incomplete or even have conflicts, then even if the world was created, it would probably collapse very quickly. The losses would outweigh the gains.