Four Great Continents

Zhang Hao's figure appeared soundlessly at the core of this chaotic world.

Facing the center of that primordial expanse, he drew a streak of Immortal Light that pierced through the chaos.

Wherever the Immortal Light passed, chaos retreated, and clear and turbid separated on their own.

Endless world-bubbles, great and small, were like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Drawn by an invisible mighty force, they converged toward the source of that Immortal Light, merging, fusing, and reshaping.

They collided and intertwined; laws were born anew amid annihilation, and origins reformed amid shattering.

In the end, a brand-new world unlike any before, so vast it defied imagination, slowly took shape under Zhang Hao's will.

This world did not have the breadth of the Prehistoric World, yet it was heavier and deeper than any world before it.

The land was divided into four sections, each vast beyond knowing, suspended within the endless void. These were the Four Great Continents.

Each continent was no continent in the ordinary sense.

A mountain that seemed ordinary might have billions upon billions of Stars folded within it.

It could nurture billions of living beings, give rise to an imperial dynasty, and form a complete universe of its own.

A winding long river might originate from the snowy summit of some continent.

Yet as it flowed, it pierced through several vast great worlds, ultimately vanishing to some unknown end.

Within the river water, specks of starlight sometimes flickered in and out; they were the lingering lights of shattered worlds swept into the current.

Here, a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, a flower holding a world, was no longer metaphor.

Zhang Hao stood at the center of the newborn world, his gaze sweeping over this strange and magnificent scene.

He spoke. His voice was not loud,