He stood there, the necklace pressed against his chest, the speck of light within the pendant glowing. When he closed his eyes, the virtual paradise in his mind remained crystal clear—every corner, every ray of light vividly etched in his memory. He knew the height of the pillars, the curvature of the arches, the placement of the windows, the direction the light came from, and how sound traveled.
He raised his right hand, and the light of the Creation Trait surged from his palm, bright silver-white radiance spilling forth.
Wu Heng pressed the ball of light against the ground. It seeped into the black earth like water sinking into sand.
The ground began to tremble. Roots from the Trait Tree emerged from his body and burrowed underground along with that light, searching for the coordinates of the void. That place had originally been nothingness, but the rules of creation could define existence within nothingness.
Wu Heng's will sank into that void, pouring the virtual paradise in his mind into it as though emptying out a vessel of water.
The first ray of light surged from underground.
It was golden, warm and gentle, not dazzling in the slightest. It shot upward, piercing through the black earth and the dark-red sky, spreading in every direction.
Wherever the light passed, the ground began to change. Hellish obsidian and stone vanished, replaced by grayish-white slabs fitted together with flawless precision.
Grayish-white pillars rose at the edges of the slabs, their surfaces covered in fine patterns. Arches connected the tops of the pillars, and the arches supported a dome.
A grand hall "grew" out of the void.
The process resembled a plant sprouting, yet also countless crystals precipitating into existence.
Following the blueprint in Wu Heng's mind, it gradually took shape. Pillars, arches, dome, walls,