Before him lay a world within a painting.
Within that world stood a circular building with no fewer than five floors. Every level was exquisitely constructed; even the ink-wash walls brimmed with refinement and luxury.
It seemed every inch had been painstakingly carved and polished.
"An Earthen Tower?"
Li Ye was surprised precisely because of this structure—he had originally thought this place might be a small courtyard, a thatched hut, or simply a patch of land.
He had never expected such an enormous and exquisite circular tower.
When he stepped inside, he could feel that the space was very "parched," devoid of even a trace of spiritual energy.
It was even continuously drawing spiritual energy from his body, as though countless tentacles had surged toward him, their suckers wrapping tightly around him. The sensation was deeply unpleasant.
He glanced at Black Cat, his gaze carrying a question.
"This is a necessary step in acknowledging a master."
Black Cat walked beside him, its tone tinged with nostalgia. "Only by dyeing this painted world with your own mana can it truly belong to you."
"So what benefits can this world bring me? From what I can see, if I want to saturate this place with spiritual power, I'd need at least three or four third-tier spirit veins."
Li Ye looked up at the courtyard in the center of the Earthen Tower. From here, he could see the dome above, an expanse of sky rendered in black and white by ink wash, with white clouds drifting across it.
It was certainly beautiful. This ink-wash painting truly suited his taste.
There was no doubt that this was a small world.
Any other cultivator would probably have been overjoyed.
But did he really lack small worlds?
For the Four Seasons Sect, creating small worlds and