Benjamin moved with exceptional speed.
After all, everything concerning the Purgatory Sulfur Plane had long since been arranged.
After reaching the perfected Void Refinement stage, he had spent considerable time stabilizing his realm, organizing his Internal Grotto-Heaven, and optimizing the operational efficiency of the Incense Divinity Path.
All preparations that could be made in advance had been completed. He could leave at any time.
Benjamin stepped onto the teleportation array and entered the plane identification code listed in the mission details.
Spatial fluctuations instantly swallowed him whole.
When the scene before him became clear again, Benjamin froze for a moment.
He stood atop an enormous teleportation platform. Beneath his feet lay a semi-transparent, glass-like floor, within which countless tiny motes of light drifted slowly, like a frozen river of stars.
The platform floated in midair without any supporting structure around it, yet it stood as steady as a mountain.
And the world beyond the platform was so beautiful that it scarcely seemed real.
This was a "miniature" plane.
Benjamin quickly understood what that word meant.
It was not that the plane itself was small, but that everything within it possessed an incomparably exquisite "miniaturized" quality.
The distant terrain rose and fell like meticulously carved bonsai. The proportions of mountains, rivers, and streams were flawless; every tree and every flower seemed to have been measured by the Creator's own hand, creating a perfect visual balance.
The sky was a pale amber color. There was no sun, yet gentle light existed everywhere, illuminating the entire plane.
A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. The temperature was pleasant, the humidity just right, and even the wind seemed to blow with tenderness.
Benjamin spread out his spiritual power to sense the plane's ecological structure, and the more he sensed, the more alarmed he