Far, far away... in a distant past.
Among stars that glittered brilliantly yet remained chaotic and boundless, every passing moment within each perception carried all kinds of tangible and intangible information flowing through it.
They were like two fish swimming through the immense river of time and information, struggling upstream.
One was a golden Divine Person, while the other was a young man wrapped entirely in a red-and-black cloak.
Suddenly, one of them stopped, seemingly inspecting something in this endless river... His companion stopped as well.
"What is it, Yang Jian?" the young man in the red-and-black cloak asked.
The golden Divine Person who had stopped first... Yang Jian silently observed something. "Nothing. I've just encountered a suitable Minor World."
His companion was not surprised.
They... or rather, the people belonging to the same side as their companion named Yang Jian, were accustomed to calling all these varied subsidiary worlds Minor Worlds. As for the entire void, the Great Thousand Worlds formed by countless Minor Worlds, they believed there might be three thousand such Great Thousand Worlds, hence the saying "three thousand Great Thousand Worlds." Of course, three thousand was merely a general concept, signifying infinity.
Perhaps "Infinite Great Thousand Worlds" would have been a more appropriate name.
"Oh... right. You're planning to replenish the inner-world function of the divine artifact in your possession." The young man in the red-and-black cloak nodded.
He was somewhat envious of this occasional companion on the path of exploration, a fellow from the group that called themselves immortals, which came from a subsidiary world of the Mythological Side just like he did.
Yang Jian possessed a very wondrous Map of Mountains and Rivers. It could directly absorb an entire Minor World, then grind away everything within it and refine its origin.
The origin of