His consciousness sank into his Sea of Consciousness. This was Bai Yang's home turf, a true world he had created!
The vast world teemed with life. Mountains and rivers, lakes and streams, plants and trees, rocks and hills, changing weather—every element of nature was present. It was nothing like the monotonous worlds created by other True God Realm experts.
True God Realm experts generally comprehended relatively simple rules, so the worlds they created were equally monotonous. For instance, a True God Realm expert who comprehended fire-type rules would usually create a world of molten lava and purgatory, while one who comprehended water-type rules might create a vast oceanic realm...
But Bai Yang's world had evolved from the Innate Taiji Bagua Dojo and embraced all things. It was no different from the living world outside, and most living beings could survive in it. It wasn't like a world of a single attribute, where only special beings could live.
However, no living beings dwelled in Bai Yang's world at present. Flowers and trees didn't count.
In this world, Bai Yang was god, the Sovereign of all things. Whatever he said became law.
High above the world, clouds and mist drifted. Eight palaces loomed within them, visible yet unreachable to anyone but the world's master, Bai Yang. They seemed close enough to touch, yet lay beyond the horizon.
Boom!
As Bai Yang's consciousness sank into this world, the gates of the Palace of Destruction, formed from his lightning-type ability, swung open with a crash. His Dharma Form burst out, clad in a pitch-black robe, imposing and domineering, wreathed in an aura of destruction. It seemed that even the slightest movement could destroy the entire world.
Bai Yang gazed toward the horizon, his expression grave.
In the distance, at the edge of the world,