Fang Cheng ticulously tallied the various transformations in his own power, yet his heart remained unperturbed.
Whether it was the promotion of the Grandmaster Level "Visualization" skill, the exhilarating figures on the attribute panel, or the expansive, boundless True Qi Sea within his Dantian.
These gains were certainly significant, but in his perspective, compared to the true fortune of this journey, they were rely anticipated ’extras’.
Like climbing a mountain, steadily ascending via pre-planned stone steps.
The flora and scenery along the way, however delightful.
Yet pale in comparison to the breathtaking mont of reaching the summit, unexpectedly encountering the surging sea of clouds and the red sun breaking through the mist.
In the Water Prison, darkness remained.
On the rocky walls, the inscriptions left by predecessors faintly emitted a dim glow, like remnants of warmth.
Occasional water droplets fell, making a pattering sound that echoed crisply.
Fang Cheng’s shockingly bright pupils reflected the dim light, his gaze seed to pierce through the rock wall before him, looking toward another dinsion.
Then, he slowly closed his eyelids, completely sealing off the Water Prison that confined himself.
No deliberate guidance or ditation needed.
In an instant, his consciousness had crossed the boundary of matter and Spirit, reaching another realm.
This is a world shrouded in endless darkness.
Thick fog surged like waves.
Countless evil thoughts and anomalies lurked within, floating and sinking with the currents.
They had no fixed shape, sotis morphing into distorted human faces, sotis extending nacing tentacles.
Silent roars echoed in the fog, spreading chaos and madness, attempting to drag everything back to turmoil.
And deeper within the fog sea, an unimaginably vast silhouette lood.
Like an Ancient God lying dormant on the world’s edge, waiting for the opportune mont to return.
Yet, in this world of dark silence, there hovered a patch of pure land.
It was like a radiant Great Sun, radiating thousands of beams of golden light.
The brilliant glow transford into a sharp sword, aggressively tearing through the darkness, dispersing the thick fog, carving out an expansive Light Domain.
If one approached closely and watched intently, they might even see real land and buildings encapsulated within the light.
This was evidently a sky island blessed by the light, the ultimate bulwark of order.
At this mont, Fang Cheng transford into a sun shadow, standing quietly high in the sky, overlooking the world he had personally created.
Where the will of the True Sun Fire swept through, every inch of land, every grain of dust, was vividly presented in his perception.
This was an island approximately eight square kiloters in area.
In the real world, it would only be considered a small place.
But in this spiritual realm, it already seed exceptionally vast.
The earth was freshly born gray-brown, carrying a rough, primitive sense, bare of any vegetation traces.
A ridge several hundred ters high stretched across the entire land like a dragon’s spine, providing the frawork of the world.
The mountain was rugged, the cliff walls steep.
The sharply defined rocks seed freshly squeezed from the depths, their surfaces not yet fully cooled, emitting wisps of heat.
A nascent river originated from the peak of the mountains, andering and flowing with crystal-clear water.
It curved out a river valley on the barren land and finally disappeared at the boundary of the Light Domain.
There, too, was the island’s edge.
A dazzling curtain of light ford by True Sun Fire enveloped the boundary, like a natural bulwark.
Beyond the bulwark, chaotic fog like raging seas relentlessly struck, attempting to erode this pure land.
But upon touching the curtain of light, it was purified to nothingness.
Light and darkness clashed fiercely here.
The soil and rocks at the island’s edge were also relentlessly obliterated in this never-ending war, yet under the sun’s shine, reborn from the void.
The two maintained a delicate dynamic balance.
The skies shed endless brilliance, illuminating the nascent mountains and rivers.
The entire land, though still sowhat desolate, was no longer dead but full of thriving vitality and infinite possibilities.
And Fang Cheng was the sun that endowed all this life, the sole god of this miniature world.
With a fleeting thought, his will swept across the land, causing the wind to arise.
Initially just a breeze, in an instant, it gathered into a strong current, whistling over the land.
Stirring up dust, rippling the surface of the winding river, creating circles of ripples.
Another thought erged, and water vapor swiftly accumulated into a small patch of dark cloud above the island.
Cold raindrops followed, falling on the newly born rocky soil, splattering dust, making a subtle ’rustling’ sound, and bringing a moist atmosphere.
Though still unable to create life, the ability to summon wind and rain, to speak and it follows, still filled Fang Cheng with novelty.
At the sa ti, he realized this was the true essence of the "Visualization" Magic Technique.
The Inner World was not only the fortress of Spirit but also the stage for deducing myriad techniques.
Whether cultivating martial arts in the future or comprehending Cultivation Techniques, he could conduct simulations here, with efficiency far surpassing before.
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the newborn world, finally landing on the majestic palace in the island’s center.
It was constructed entirely of dark golden giant stones, with walls several tens of ters high, appearing exceptionally grand.
What was originally his mory Palace, now part of the Inner World.
From a bird’s eye view, the palace foundation’s surrounding area was uneven, scattered with debris and dirt, resembling a colossal structure freshly completed, yet to clean the site.
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