Lu Tian resolved to continue using the Virtual-Real World method: first construct an illusory world, then use the flower as a foundation to materialize it.
He closed his eyes and meditated. A world gradually took shape within his sea of consciousness.
Driven by the Virtual-Real secret art, the world began to operate. Within the illusion, Lu Tian stabilized earth, water, fire, and wind; divided heaven, earth, and mankind into three realms; and, drawing on his past experience, gradually constructed a tiny world—
It spanned only a single starfield. Its limits had been completely sealed, leaving no possibility for further expansion.
The living beings within could cultivate only as far as the Golden Immortal realm.
This flower was truly ordinary. Even with Lu Tian's careful tending, it had to be handled with extreme caution if it was to bear an entire world.
The old man cast Lu Tian a slightly surprised glance, then raised a hand and lightly tapped a petal.
Lu Tian clearly sensed a sudden change deep within **. A tiny world with the rudiments of chaos had condensed there. Innate living beings gradually emerged within it and fought one another without end.
He stared intently at the flower—
Could it be reenacting the ancient scene of Pangu opening the heavens?
His interest instantly flared. Lu Tian allowed his illusory world to continue evolving on its own, his piercing gaze fixed on the petals. Seeing this, the old man made no attempt to conceal anything and let him observe freely. This method of world creation was something he had comprehended over countless years and had even used to advance upon the path of sainthood. How could another possibly see through it?
Seeing how open the old man was, Lu Tian's lips curved slightly.
He had already sent a wisp