Eight Hundred Li Heaven and Earth!

Eight Hundred Li Heaven and Earth! Between the heavens, the Auspicious Cloud Platform floated in the air. Chu Mu sat cross-legged upon it like a statue, and within this newborn heaven and earth, he showed no sign of awakening for a long while.

As the sun rose and set, the still-chaotic Heaven and Earth Order gradually stabilized. Heaven and earth became firm, the rules concealed themselves, and aside from the still-silent Spirit Planting Garden, all was dead and barren. Not the slightest trace of life could be seen, nor was there any breath or sign that life might possibly be born...

Several more days passed before the figure seated atop the cloud platform finally revealed the faintest threads of aura and slowly awakened from his silence.

His eyes were like deep whirlpools, as though they harbored countless profound mysteries and secrets. Yet in an instant, that soul-stirring depth withdrew and vanished.

Chu Mu stood atop the cloud platform and looked down upon the transformed Qiankun World.

Dead and barren.

There was not the slightest sign of life.

Chu Mu's expression remained calm, without the least ripple.

He was the master of the Qiankun World. Its transformation, even every minute change within it, was naturally under his control.

That heaven and earth should be barren was nothing out of the ordinary.

After all, this Qiankun World was ultimately only a small world that existed by relying upon the great world of cultivation.

All its world rules originated from the reflection of the great world of cultivation—or, perhaps, could be called its projection.

It was completely an empty shell of a world, its inner core nothing but blankness.

Without deliberate cultivation, the world would naturally be barren.

"Eight hundred li..."

Chu Mu murmured softly. His green robe danced in the wind as