Cosmic Bag

Cosmic Bag: A proud creation of a Space Mage from the Abyss World. A mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, with space hidden within.

Qin He smiled faintly. With a thought and a flip of his hand, a small earth-yellow cloth bag fell into his palm.

It was about the size of a palm, roughly like the money pouch common folk used to carry silver coins.

His Thought Power probed inside, and there truly was another world within.

Amid a yellow, hazy chaos lay a space about one and a half men tall, roughly the size of a water vat.

The space was far from regular, somewhat like a groundhog's burrow—more here, less there.

But... it was enough.

So long as one did not stuff water vats, tables and chairs, and Corpse Burning Furnaces into it like Qin He did.

It had more than enough room for valuable, compact items.

The order involved in space ranked second only to time and reincarnation. Though this Cosmic Bag had opened up only a space half a person tall, and an irregular one at that—

—it was already a Space Mage's proud masterpiece.

Even Qin He had only begun to grasp the barest surface of space.

For example, Shape-Shifting, or movement techniques.

These were all applications of space.

After toying with it for a moment, Qin He's gaze paused again on the words "Space Mage."

The Abyss World was vast, and Southern Jambudvipa was merely a tiny part of it.

Space Mages, Fate Mages, Heavenly Secrets Mages, Curse Technique Mages... these professions that repeatedly appeared in reward descriptions.

Qin He had not merely never seen them—he had never even heard of them.

If the Abyss World were divided according to mythology and the age of declining Dharma—

then Nandan Continent should have belonged to