You Ask Me What Path I Practice? Avenue of Cubes!

In the game, I used TNT to blow up my friend's mansion to the sky, but the opponent used real-life TNT to send him away. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in the "Command Block", with three sources floating in front of my eyes: [Creation], [Destruction], and [Reconstruction]. From then on, the style of painting in the world of immortality collapsed. Others make elixirs to control fire, but I add magma, set up a workbench, and synthesize the nine-turn golden elixir with one click. Others send messages with flying swords, but I lay red stones and connect repeaters so that messages thousands of miles away can be reached instantly. Sect formation? Give me a set of obsidian, fireproof, anti-theft and anti-bomb. Until the demon outside the territory swallowed up the sky and the earth, all the immortals were in despair. I silently took out the debugging stick: "I have the final say in this world."