The world's Providence flowed on without end.
Bifang still held that fragment of Floating Light in his hand.
He heard countless voices of the world.
They were all voices heard from within Heaven's Will and Providence. The closer one drew to Heaven's Will, the more clearly one could hear the voices of all things.
It was unlike a Divine Ability, nor did it possess laws. It was like a wisp of heaven and earth's consciousness, able to hear innumerable voices and see boundless lands.
This change was, for Bifang himself, a good thing.
A thread of consciousness entered that Mountain-Sea Realm, and the scene before him immediately shifted as stars moved and the world changed.
There was an exceedingly vivid heaven and earth, countless Spiritual Resonances soaring like clouds, and a range of mountains stretching ten thousand miles across the horizon, forming an ink-dark silhouette.
Every inch of the land held sights that were somewhat bizarre and fantastical.
Because its essence carried a measure of illusion.
Some Divine Abilities and arts that could not be casually unleashed in the present world for various reasons could be used here without restraint.
Thus, reflections of a vast ocean would occasionally emerge amid many mountain ranges.
At sunrise, the land became a sea, its azure waters covering where the towering mountains had once stood.
As sunset approached, the ocean tides receded, restoring the original appearance of the lofty mountains.
The waters withdrew, yet they did not bring the slightest change to the mountain range that stretched ten thousand miles.
It was as though they were two different places within the same space, yet not within the same time.
Such profundity could only be displayed to the fullest in this illusory Mountain-Sea Cultivation World.
Or perhaps it had also been possible during the Primordial