The universe in a sleeve, an eternity in a pot.
Standing atop a high mountain in the Divine Mansion World, one could gaze into the distance and see no end.
Only by looking up at the sky and feeling the Gang Wind, which seemed just within arm's reach, did one realize this place was not the real world.
A faint Spiritual Light glowed in Zhu Ju's eyes as he muttered under his breath:
"The Great Dao is incomplete. It's different from a small world... How strange..."
Small worlds and Secret Realms were also different from the real world, but their Great Dao would not be incomplete.
But here, the Great Dao was flawed. No living creature could fly—not even birds existed.
A Divine Mansion?
It was the comprehension achieved by cultivating Qi Blood Martial Arts to its peak. It was wonderfully similar to the worlds created by ancient Cultivators, yet fundamentally different.
"My Lord."
Ming Nianwei's lovely eyes flickered, her voice urgent.
