Just like in the barbaric era of this realm, the names of those primordial Immortal Ancestors and their deeds. Fang Ming's divine sense had once probed into the past, knowing all that had happened to them. But did the upper-level narrator truly know so much, and write so much?
As long as the upper-level narrator remained a mortal within their narrative layer, they could not possibly write or know such extensive details.
The number of Immortal Cultivation Ancestors, their names – all these were automatically evolved from the framework of a few lines of text dictated by the upper-level narrator, based on the lower-level narrative.
It is even uncertain whether the upper-level narrator had established the setting that mortals pioneered the path of cultivation in the desolate lands. This might also have been automatically evolved from the framework set by the upper-level narrator.
It evolved logically.
This also explains the reason for the world view's changes.
The upper-level narrator wanted to compose their own world view.
Once the upper-level narrator's pen fell, truly solidifying a world view, those elements that had not undergone the upper-level narrator's setting, but were merely the results of automatic evolution, would also be distorted and rewritten.
"Once the upper-level narrator's pen falls, it becomes a foregone conclusion?"
Fang Ming chuckled, remaining hidden behind the scenes, waiting for the world view to change.
The upper-level narrator did not know how many world views would be distorted; this was merely the beginning.
Many automatically evolved world views would likely be distorted by the upper-level narrator, turning everything under their pen into established fact.
...
In the upper-level narrative.
"The Immortal Realm has realms such as Golden Immortal, Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and Immortal Venerable..."
"Among the three thousand minor worlds, there is one called the Azure Heaven Realm, where the protagonist Wang Yuan is born into the Wang family..."
Wang Jun was still on his computer, making settings.
As this was his first novel, the settings he made were more like a hybrid of an outline and a realm system. It was still not the main text.
As for the protagonist's name, due to the infusion of emotion, Wang Jun had kept his surname and changed his given name from Jun to Yuan.
The difference between Wang Jun and Wang Yuan.
Wang Jun continued to make settings; he was merely typing a few lines of text.
However, such power was terrifying to the lower-level narrators.
The power of the upper-level narrator could no longer be defined by existence or non-existence; it had transcended the measures of logic and thought.
The cycles of the myriad heavens and realms, the rise and fall of all things, were all depicted under their pen.
The mere act of him tapping his keyboard shattered the order of infinite narrative layers, throwing reality and illusion, history and legend, order and chaos into disarray.
Countless worlds were affected.
The entire lower narrative, and the countless narrative layers contained within it, were merely a story, a file, to him.
Wang Jun was not just constructing this one novel.
He had also made some world view settings in other files, though none exceeded a thousand words.
He found the file where he used to write and study writing.
Now that he intended to formally begin writing the story set in those three thousand minor worlds with Wang Yuan as the protagonist, he would submit it for publication and begin writing in earnest.
To him now, the drafts of his previous settings were equivalent to discarded manuscripts; he felt no attachment to them.
"This is a discarded draft I left behind during online debates with other netizens years ago."
"Now that I plan to focus my energy on another piece, I'll delete this one."
"An unclean eye is not clear; it's also time to free up some memory on the computer."
Wang Jun then moved this draft to the computer's recycle bin.
Right-clicking the mouse brought up options such as copy, paste, cut, rename, properties, and delete.
Each of these options held infinite, indescribable, and ineffable power in the lower narrative.
Copy-paste could create another universe of myriad heavens and realms.
Delete could directly and thoroughly obliterate infinite worlds in the lower narrative.
Wang Jun directly right-clicked and selected delete.
Thus, an early discarded draft used for debates was deleted.
Because Wang Jun had used this draft for debates, its power system was of a much higher magnitude than the one in the story of the three thousand minor worlds.
However, even so, it met its fate with a single click of deletion.
...
Fang Ming, a stunningly beautiful youth located in the lower narrative, twitched his ear, seemingly hearing a shattering sound from outside this Xianxia world, from within the box.
Voices of fear and despair transmitted.
These were the desperate cries of countless worlds being destroyed.
The roars of countless vengeful spirits, as if trapped in hell.
This sound of fear and despair seemed to come from a very, very great distance. Cultivators at the Dao Integration or Longevity realms in the Xianxia world, or even the Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Immortal Venerables in the Immortal Realm who had been out of contact for a long time, had not detected this sound.
However, Fang Ming had.
Perhaps it was due to the true power carried by the Qi Yuan stage.
Vaguely, through these mournful cries and hellish sounds of countless beings, he glimpsed a world outside this Xianxia world.
It was a world where twelve-star powerhouses walked everywhere, and eleven-star cultivators were as common as dogs.
Compared to this Xianxia world, even after its world view changed and an upper realm like the Immortal Realm appeared, it was far inferior to that world.
Yet, at this moment, that world had been completely destroyed.
The reason was actually...
The true power allowed Fang Ming to vaguely perceive that the file where that world resided in the upper narrative had been deleted?
Once the file was deleted, naturally, that world was completely shattered.
That world of infinite multiverses, with its vast map and powerful beings... was gone.
Fang Ming had a realization.
"So, this Xianxia world, and all worlds outside the Xianxia world, are contained within one folder after another."
"To truly enter a world outside the Xianxia world, one needs to jump from one file to another."
"Perhaps, one could jump out of the folders, to the desktop."
"But even if that were possible, the antivirus program would likely treat me as an invading virus and sweep me away."
"The upper-level narrator must have installed something like a computer manager, right? The power to clean and shatter Trojans might not be something I can resist now."
Fang Ming shook his head.
He could not go to worlds outside this Xianxia world for now.
Jumping from one folder to another was not that simple.
Moreover, reaching the desktop, something that could startle the upper-level narrator, was difficult to achieve and impossible to resist the antivirus program's cleaning.
Since that was the case, this avatar could only stay in this Xianxia world for now.
"Wang Yuan?"
"The protagonist of this world?"
Fang Ming could sense that one of the three thousand minor worlds had changed its name.
It was changed to the Azure Heaven Realm.
This was likely the upper-level narrative layer, through the act of writing, officially designating a change in the world's name.