The moment Mo Yuan stepped into Chaos, he felt as though he had plunged headfirst into a boundless wilderness.
Chaos qi surged endlessly around him, sometimes gathering into hideous beasts, sometimes scattering into hazy mist. The deeper he went, the more perilous it became.
Yet he merely gave a lazy yawn and casually waved aside the turbid currents of Chaos rushing toward him.
"Fine, I'll open a realm. I should have done it ages ago. Dragging it out until now only let those two youngsters beat me to it." Mo Yuan muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with indolence, but also a trace of smug satisfaction.
Others believed that after attaining Primordial Unity, Mo Yuan had never created a small world because he was lazy and had never even considered it.
Little did they know that he had gone over this path thousands upon thousands of times in his mind. He had simply delayed taking action because he was not completely certain of success.
Now that he had made up his mind, he hesitated no longer.
Standing amid Chaos, Mo Yuan slowly raised both hands.
Origin power so dense it was almost tangible spread from his body like an invisible net, drawing in all the Chaos within hundreds of millions of miles.
"Condense!" he commanded.
In an instant, Chaos surged, and heaven and earth began to separate.
Clear qi rose, turbid qi sank, and the embryonic form of a small world slowly took shape between his palms.
Mountains and rivers, grass and trees, the sun, moon, and stars all condensed from Chaos, bit by bit.
Unlike the Netherworld Realm that Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin had created together, Mo Yuan's small world possessed few unusual features, though it too formed a realm unto itself. It was merely a plain, ordinary