Cultivating Countless Great Thousand Worlds-Why Have the Two Sages of the West Come Again?

North of Golden Ao Island in the East Sea.

This place was completely different from the desolation of Twin-Fork Ridge.

The Innate Spiritual Energy was so dense it nearly condensed into liquid, drifting through the mountains and forests as thick mist.

Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground.

His eyes were closed, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his breathing steady and slow.

He wore a cyan Daoist robe without a single embroidered pattern, as clean as a sky freshly washed by rain.

Yet what was truly breathtaking was neither the robe on his body, the stone slab beneath him, nor the sea of clouds behind him.

It was what surrounded him.

Those things circled around him, densely packed and layered upon layer, like countless soap bubbles floating in the air, except infinitely more complex.

They were Great Thousand Worlds!

Every single one was a complete Great Thousand World!!

There were skies, lands, mountains, rivers, suns, moons, and stars.

In some worlds, torrential rain poured down. Dark clouds hung low, and muffled thunder rolled out from within the worlds like distant drums.

Some worlds had clear blue skies, with sunlight spilling across the earth and illuminating stretches of golden wheat fields.

In some worlds, heavy snow fell without end, white snow blanketing every mountain and house until nothing remained between heaven and earth but pure white.

In some worlds, volcanoes erupted, crimson lava flowing down from their peaks and igniting raging fires wherever it passed, while black smoke blotted out the sky...

These worlds varied in size. The large ones possessed forms seemingly as vast as the Primordial Wilderness, while the small ones were like grains of rice. Yet every world was complete within, each containing mighty and majestic Great Dao Laws, and every realm held consciousnesses both powerful and