In a world where all things are cultivated with runes, Zhao Yang opened the all-creation system, which allowed him to refine runes without limit.
A certain monk: "I guessed a little more, Zhao Yang must have three runes!"
A certain genius: "Trash! You never know the world of genius. I guess Zhao Yang must have six runes."
A certain Tianjiao: "**! You never know the world of Tianjiao. Zhao Yang must have twelve runes!"
Zhao Yang unfolded endless runes, covering the sky and the earth.
"Three? Six? Twelve?"
"Who do you look down upon?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
