Imagination Manifestation!

Stephen Fang stood on the desolate, lonely planet where the wormhole had dragged him, looking at the lifeless landscape around him with both excitement and a measure of bewilderment.

He touched the ring on his index finger, which emitted a faint green light. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he focused his mind and pictured a cool Xiaomi Sports Car.

In an instant, green light surged from the ring, rapidly gathering and taking shape in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a sleek, sharp-looking sports car appeared before him.

The car body radiated a dark green energy sheen. Unable to suppress his excitement, Stephen Fang stepped into the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands and feeling its power beneath his fingers.

"Let’s go!" he shouted, stomping on the accelerator.

The sports car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, its wheels kicking up clouds of dust.

However, the planet’s surface was rugged and uneven. Before it had gone far, the chassis slammed hard into a protruding rock below, like striking a hidden reef.

With a loud clang, the vehicle jolted violently, and thick smoke immediately began billowing from beneath the hood.

"Damn it, this thing can’t handle these roads." Stephen Fang slapped the steering wheel in frustration, then helplessly unbuckled his seat belt and got out to inspect the damage.

Looking at his smoking beloved car, he shook his head with a bitter smile and stared at the Green Lantern Ring on his hand again.

This time, he no longer imagined a sports car, but a flat, broad highway.

At his command, green light flashed once more. Starting from beneath his feet, the ground seemed to be reshaped by an invisible giant hand.

Hard rocks were crushed into a level road surface, and a black highway continuously stretched into the distance, circling the entire barren planet.

"Perfect!" Stephen Fang smiled in satisfaction, then turned his gaze back to the ring.

This time, a Batmobile appeared in his mind.

Green energy surged again, and in an instant, a brand-new Batmobile sports car appeared beside the highway.

Stephen Fang impatiently climbed into the car, took a deep breath, and floored the accelerator.

The Batmobile raced down the highway like a streak of green lightning.

Wind howled past his ears, while the barren scenery flew backward before his eyes. Stephen Fang shouted excitedly, "Awesome!" He kept accelerating, savoring the ultimate thrill of speed as he freely unleashed the passion in his heart on this unfamiliar planet.

Lap after lap, Stephen Fang drove the Batmobile wildly around the planet. Only after he began to feel tired did he gradually ease off the accelerator and pull over by the roadside.

"Damn." Stephen Fang raised his hand and looked at the lantern ring, marveling at it. This ability to make anything he thought of appear was insanely practical!

Still wanting more, he stepped out of the Batmobile, and a novel idea suddenly sprang to mind!

He immediately formed Hand Seals with both hands!

As smoke dispersed, several Shadow Clones instantly appeared beside him.

Stephen Fang looked at the Shadow Clones beside him, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. "Here, take these."

As he spoke, he focused again. Green light overflowed from the ring and rapidly condensed in his hands into several guns of varying designs.

He handed the guns out one by one. The Shadow Clones accepted them, their eyes filled with confusion as they failed to understand what their original body was trying to do.

"In a moment, shoot at me," Stephen Fang said calmly, as if he were giving the most ordinary instruction in the world.

The Shadow Clones froze upon hearing that, then exchanged looks. One of them could not help asking, "Are you sure?"

"Quit talking and do it. Trust me."

Stephen Fang’s tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Left with no choice, the Shadow Clones each raised their guns and aimed at Stephen Fang.

"One."

"Two."

Before Stephen Fang could count to "three," the Shadow Clones pulled the triggers!

Bullets rained toward Stephen Fang, but just as they were about to hit him, the space before him was instantly flooded with green light. A solid wall rose from the ground at a visible speed. The bullets struck it with a rapid series of bangs, ricocheting away one after another.

But Stephen Fang did not stop imagining. In the blink of an eye, the wall began changing again, gradually stretching upward and outward until it took the shape of a house.

As his will continued to intensify, the house kept evolving. In an instant, it transformed into a luxurious villa with an exquisite, elegant exterior, complete with doors and windows.

But it was not over yet. In the time it took to blink, the area around the villa began expanding as well. A courtyard, garden, and surrounding walls appeared in full, ultimately becoming a standalone estate!

The series of changes happened so quickly that the Shadow Clones were dumbfounded, their guns unconsciously drooping in their hands.

One Shadow Clone stared with eyes wide open and could not help cursing, "Are you playing Fortnite over here?!"

The other Shadow Clones nodded as well, their faces filled with shock and disbelief!

As a transmigrator, Stephen Fang possessed far greater imagination and knowledge than the natives.

His thoughts shifted once again, and green light immediately gushed from the ring, rapidly gathering and taking shape in the open space.

In the blink of an eye, a spacious, fully equipped airstrip appeared before them!

Stephen Fang looked up into the sky above the airstrip, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

His mind began racing at high speed!

The sleek, futuristic fuselage lines, advanced aviation engines, and all kinds of high-tech airborne equipment—every detail was crystal clear in his imagination.

As he continuously poured in his will, the ring’s light grew increasingly intense. In the air above the airstrip, molecules began to churn and reorganize violently!

Moments later, an incredibly cool new Sixth-Generation Fighter Jet appeared out of thin air!

The fighter jet radiated a dark green energy glow all over, as though it had crossed over from a science fiction movie.

Its fuselage used a unique diamond-shaped design that not only effectively reduced air resistance, but also possessed powerful stealth capabilities!

"This is power from the future!"

Those Green Lanterns from the eighties and nineties, constrained by the limits of their era, simply could not imagine the appearance of such an advanced Sixth-Generation Fighter Jet.

But he, with memories and knowledge from the future, could create things that transcended his era.

Stephen Fang eagerly walked toward the fighter jet. With a light leap, he entered the cockpit.

The cockpit’s instrument panels and controls flashed in all kinds of colors, complex yet brimming with technological sophistication.

He did not know how to fly a plane, but the Green Lantern Ring could make up for that.

Using his imagination, he imagined the fighter jet as a realistic coin-operated arcade machine!

He extended a finger, lightly pressed the A button, pulled the joystick, and soared into the sky!

Seeing Stephen Fang enjoying himself so much, Uchiha Yu and Pirate World Fang Yu said in unison, "When can Japanese Manga World crossover with DC too?"

Just as the two of them finished complaining, they suddenly thought of something!

What about Main God Fang Yu, whom they had never been able to contact?

Main God Space! Infinite possibilities!

Could it be?!

At that moment, Main God Fang Yu, who was about to pay his respects at the mountain gate atop Mount Wutai, suddenly froze!

He looked at the ancient book that had appeared in his hand, glowing with green light: "Great Luo Buddha Hands User Guide and Precautions." His mind went blank. It crashed. He was completely dumbfounded!

Opening the book, he discovered that there was not a single word inside. Main God Fang Yu scratched his head. "Who’s messing with me?"

At that moment, a majestic voice came from within the Grand Hall. "Who is outside the mountain gate?"

Li Yingqi raised her head and chest, clasped her hands in salute, and said, "Master Zunsheng! Li Yingqi of the Emei Sect requests an audience!"