After about fifteen minutes, the Compass hovering before Chu Mu, shimmering with a faint white glow, slowly fell silent as its needle stopped spinning.
Chu Mu seemed to notice something. He took out a Jade Scroll and recorded all his observations before turning his gaze toward a bottomless trench in the seabed not far away.
In the past, he might have been unfamiliar with these kinds of spaces that were worlds unto themselves. But ever since refining the Spirit Beast Bag and perceiving the mysteries of Qiankun, he now had a much clearer understanding of them.
This included the ruins before him, the famous Secret Realms of the Cultivation Immortal Realm, and even the so-called Small Worlds.
In truth, they were not fundamentally different from the Qiankun Bag he had refined. They were all small pocket dimensions that existed by depending on the greater Cultivation Immortal World.
The only difference between them lay in the quality and quantity of the space.
