Li Ruge's vision blurred, and he found himself standing in midair with Chen Luo.
"Little friend, where is this...?" Li Ruge furrowed his brow slightly and sensed his surroundings. His expression changed drastically.
He sensed a heaven and earth even more vast than Xuantai Pingyu Heaven.
"This is my world!" Chen Luo said with a smile.
Upon hearing Chen Luo's words, Li Ruge's expression changed at once.
If Chen Luo had said "my world" before, he might have assumed Chen Luo meant his Small Universe. But this world—could he really call it a Small Universe?
There were trillions upon trillions of living beings!
Li Ruge first raised his head and looked at the sky. With his cultivation, he could clearly sense the vast power of origin here, within which several cultivation paths had branched off, none weaker than their "Great Dao of the Immortal Body That Bears Calamities."
Li Ruge then looked downward.
Besides the human race, this world contained other races as well.
There were even several existences among these living beings no weaker than himself!
Li Ruge's gaze first lingered for a moment over a Wutong Forest in the south. At once, a gigantic phantom of a parasol tree rose from within the forest, nodded lightly toward his gaze, and then vanished. Li Ruge next looked toward the depths of the sea of clouds in the east. The moment his gaze fell there, a colossal eye, seemingly as huge as a mountain, slowly opened and met his eyes.
That still was not enough. Li Ruge gently closed his eyes.
He sensed that on the reverse side of this world, there was another world—a world of the dead.
The moment he sensed that world, a phoenix cry rang in his ears. Then a mass of flame followed his senses