I Have a Spatial Dimension, Yet I Defy Definition

The protagonist's identity and background are completely unexplained. Why would a modern person be in a tropical rainforest? With only one option—smuggling themselves in—why not wait and stay on familiar Earth first? Is the system trying to eliminate them, or is there some other reason?

Um, I was wondering if the Omniscient and Omnipotent One has any plans to continue writing? Also, I'm a little scared, I hope you won't stop updating this again... Following your books is truly nerve-wracking; you never know when you'll suddenly stop updating, it's like a blow to my head... 😭 Taoist priest, you really tricked me! I stepped right into the pit and can't climb out... 😭

The first 20 or so pictures are about grass jelly; I suggest writing less about food, as it's really hard to read and a bit mind-numbing.

Let me talk about the biggest problem with this novel. It's the excessive amount of unnecessary dialogue during the breakthrough scenes. The protagonist only broke through two meridians, and that's covered in about one or two pages of text. Not to mention the author's own reflections on the breakthrough later on. I'm speechless. No matter how you write, you shouldn't write it like that.

How did a great author end up like this?

I don't feel the same way. I hope you can write about the beauty and peace of exploring and discovering hidden places and moving forward along the path. I hope you can stop with the boring plot. I feel that the protagonist is shallow and there is no spiritual help for the protagonist. There are also too many sighs. The Earth Chapter of The Omniscient and Omnipotent is really well written.

If I had a space that I could define myself, why not accelerate matter to the speed of light and then emit it out of that space? When matter is accelerated to the speed of light, its mass is infinite, so who would still want to farm?

It's repeating the trope I hate the most: the protagonist, when he's still nobody, possesses something incredibly powerful and carelessly shares it with everyone, making everyone else try to find him. From the reader's perspective, the protagonist is always in a dangerous situation where his interests are being harmed, which is very frustrating to watch.

It's absolutely disgusting; I just can't stand this place. A few dollars' worth of noodles has a mosquito in it, but you pick it out and eat it anyway. A dish costing thousands of dollars has a hair in it—I simply can't tolerate that.

The way it's described is a bit awkward; too many images and metaphors, not clean and concise enough, a bit mushy.