After leaving the Virtual God Realm, Styx went straight to the Inner Chaos where the Three-colored Lotus Seeds were being nurtured.
Looking at the Three-colored Lotus Seeds that continuously absorbed Chaos Qi, a look of reminiscence suddenly filled Styx's eyes.
In a daze, the memories of his several decades as a mortal flashed through his mind.
More ideas emerged in his heart. Mortal life was certainly short, and mortals possessed no extraordinary power.
Yet precisely because of that, they cherished their limited lives all the more.
Compared with cultivators who enjoyed long lifespans and devoted themselves entirely to cultivation in pursuit of the Great Dao,
the thoughts of mortals could be said to be far more freewheeling, with one strange and ingenious idea after another.
At this moment, quite a few peculiar world concepts echoed through Styx's mind. To mortals, they were merely fanciful ideas.
But to Styx now, they were genuinely achievable.
After all, the Mortal Realm had been evolved by Styx himself, and its rules were a step below those of the Great Wilderness World.
To Styx, it could be dressed up however he pleased. After briefly drawing upon his previous memories, he immediately began to act.
With a light tap of his finger, a streak of blood-colored light landed on a Three-colored Lotus Seed covered in cracks.
The world nurtured within this Lotus Seed was only at the level of a Middle Thousand World, so it naturally could not withstand too much Chaos Qi.
It was already on the verge of exploding. According to Styx's deductions, the Mortal Realm was not suited to the Great Wilderness's world structure of a round heaven over a square earth.
Instead, the cosmic structure from his memories, with Starry Sky densely packed with galaxies and all kinds of planets scattered throughout,