At the end of the planar passage, the light grew increasingly brilliant.
The Light Gate rapidly expanded in Lin Ming's vision, like a blazing sun blooming within the void.
A vast aura utterly different from that of the Dou Qi Continent rushed toward him—ancient and majestic. Even a mere trace of aftershock leaking through the Light Gate made the Dou Qi within Lin Ming's body hum repeatedly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slightly drew in the World Power protecting his body, and his figure shot into the Light Gate like a streak of flowing light.
The scene before him spun wildly in an instant. Countless streams of light whistled past his sides, while the space behind him slowly closed, rippling like water a few times before returning to calm.
When Lin Ming's feet touched solid ground again, fresh air carrying the scent of earth, grass, trees, and moist vapor rushed over him.
The air contained exceptionally dense spirit energy. Every breath felt like drinking a cup of rich wine, and the pores across his body relaxed at this moment.
This was the Great Thousand World.
Lin Ming stood where he was with his hands behind his back, his gaze swiftly sweeping across his surroundings.
He had arrived on a vast plain. Beneath his feet lay thick, soft grassland, lush with green grass, while unknown wildflowers bloomed like Star Points amid the vegetation.
Not far away, a broad river shimmered beneath the sunlight. Its waters were crystal clear, yet unfathomably deep. Schools of fish glowing with spirit light could vaguely be seen weaving through the water. Occasionally, one leaped from the surface, and the water droplets it scattered refracted seven-colored rainbows beneath the sunlight.
Both banks of the river were lined with ancient trees that reached into the heavens. They were