The entire process lasted about an hour.
When the last wisp of light faded, the Myriad Treasures Spirit Realm Seal had vanished, merging completely into the surrounding mountains and rivers.
Within Ning Chen's sea of consciousness, a clear new connection had formed.
He could sense that an invisible doorway had quietly opened within this seemingly ordinary valley, connecting it to a small world independent of the outside world.
With a thought, faint ripples spread through the air before him, and a shimmering Light Gate appeared.
Beyond the gate, he could just make out verdant mountains, clear waters, and exquisite towers and palaces-the very blessed realm depicted on the wheel that day.
Ning Chen stepped through the Light Gate.
The view before him opened up all at once.
Rich spiritual energy rushed toward him, making every pore in his body open involuntarily, greedily drawing in the abundant spiritual energy of this small world.
On the distant peaks, several elegant, old-fashioned pavilions and towers stood half-hidden in the clouds and mist. Though hardly lavish, they possessed an ethereal grace all their own.
At the center of the valley, a seven-colored spirit spring bubbled with clear water. Dreamlike ripples shimmered across its surface, and it gave off a refreshing fragrance that seeped into the heart.
Standing beside the spirit spring, Ning Chen surveyed this little world that belonged to him, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.
From this day onward, this would be his true foundation.
With a slight shift of his thoughts, Ning Chen raised his hand. A pale blue-white, illusory seal mark slowly appeared in his palm, bearing the likeness of the Myriad Treasures Spirit Realm Seal.
The mark flickered with gentle light, appearing and disappearing in his palm, as though it were connected to his flesh and blood