To Jiang Ming, the Small World was a place more familiar than any other. After all, it was a space he had created and personally transformed.
But now, when Jiang Ming's Spiritual Power entered the Small World and saw the desolate scene that looked like the end of the world, he could not help but frown, even though he had long been prepared for it.
The sun and moon in the sky, symbols of light and darkness, had lost their brilliance, leaving the entire world dim. Beneath the faint, hazy light, the scenes throughout the Small World came into view.
The sky had shattered, with spiderweb-like spatial cracks everywhere. Some were even enormous diamond-shaped spatial rifts that radiated a dangerous aura.
The earth had split apart, its savage, terrifying fissures like wounds carved into the ground by a blade. At a glance, those cracks were no different from bottomless abysses. Their ends could not be seen, as if they led directly to endless hell!
The sky and earth were already in such a state; the other places that depended on them were even more ruined.
Forests had collapsed over vast areas, volcanoes had erupted, icy regions had melted away, and the entire Small World appeared utterly lifeless.
This Small World was practically no different from having been destroyed.
Sure enough, fusing divine power within the Small World had a higher success rate, but the damage it inflicted upon the Small World was unprecedented!
However, this was not what worried Jiang Ming the most.
The scene inside the Small World might look horrifying, but as long as the Spirits gradually awakened and energy continued to flow into this Small World, it would eventually recover.
What worried him were the people he cared about within the Small World.
Meng Bing, Little Jade,