In its place stood a stable, orderly world.
Dark golden rocks stretched all the way to the end of sight.
Above them was no longer a shattered expanse of colorful rifts, but an intact vault woven from starlight and the radiance of laws.
Azure, blue, purple, and gold flowed across the dome, as though someone had spread an entire aurora over the heavens.
In the distance, the outline of a city could vaguely be seen.
The city stood upon the dark golden rocks, built entirely from massive white stones. The surface of its walls was covered in patterns reinforced by laws.
Several small floating islands hung above the city, each one bearing buildings and flickering spiritual light.
Outside the city, merchant caravans came and went, while flying boats frequently rose and descended.
At a glance, it looked every bit like a rather prosperous marketplace.
Xu Changqing looked around a few times and understood.
It seemed the Corpse-Flipping Festival had already passed, and the Grand Void Rift had returned to its original appearance.
He did not linger. Instead, he immediately activated two puppet marks.
They were Spirit Plant Puppet marks he had left on Xu Qiansui and Xu Jiuyou.
No matter how far apart they were, so long as they remained within the same spacetime dimension, Xu Changqing could share the puppets' vision through these two marks.
The instant the marks lit up, two scenes appeared simultaneously before his left and right eyes.
Xu Qiansui stood beside an enormous spirit plant, pinching several seeds in her hand as though she were cultivating new spirit plants.
Meanwhile, Xu Jiuyou stood behind a stone counter in an alchemy room, speaking with several cultivators dressed in Dharma robes. Shelves behind him were packed with all kinds of pills and spiritual materials.
These two places