The Small World had been opened long ago.
Yet all this time, Fang Xiao had been its sole inhabitant.
No matter how hard he worked, as the Small World grew ever larger, he found himself stretched thin when trying to drive its growth as he had in the past.
It was like a stagnant pool. With Fang Xiao alone, no matter how he stirred it, it was difficult to bring about changes to the whole.
One man lives in a house; ten men build a tower.
A thousand men form an army; tens of thousands can found a nation.
Let alone an entire world.
Though the Small World belonged to Fang Xiao, if he treated it as a forbidden preserve that outsiders could not touch in the slightest—
Then, in the end, it could only be considered a decent spatial Exotic Treasure.
To nurture all living things and shelter all living things was, by nature, the duty of heaven and earth.
The reason the Small World had been unable to give birth to sentient life was not only its lack of Great Dao related to such matters, but also because everything had proceeded step by step, lacking the necessary variables.
There could be no gain without sacrifice.
The Great Dao of the Small World could not only be born by devouring things from external worlds.
The interweaving and collision of different Great Daos likewise held the possibility of evolution.
Fang Xiao had already made such plans when he was still in the lower realm.
Now, bringing cultivators into the Small World was imperative.
And it would not be limited to these people. They could only be regarded as the first wave.
Afterward, if initial results emerged, Fang Xiao would continue bringing in new people.
Nor would it be limited to