Deep in the boundless primordial haze, a new world was taking shape beside the Source World. Some faint, unseen connection bound them as it slowly gestated.
It was like a mysterious embryo quietly growing in a dark cradle, giving off a faint, distinctive aura.
At first, this world had been no more than a barely perceptible phantom in the cosmos. As the currents of Chaos Qi churned around it, a solid outline gradually emerged.
It was not a large world. Beside the vast Source World, with its endless mysteries and life, it seemed small indeed.
Yet "small" was only relative. Its true size rivaled a lesser domain among the Myriad Domains of the Immortal Realm, like a miniature cosmos, intricate and complete, with its own heaven and earth.
Its mountains, rivers, stars, sun, and moon had yet to fully form, but their outlines had appeared. It was a grand painting still in progress: only a few strokes had been drawn, yet its sweeping grandeur and boundless potential were already plain to see.
Jiang Yun stood at the pinnacle of cultivation as an Immortal King, and this world had been born because of him. Naturally, he could see everything within it clearly.
"The Second Source World?"
Immortal light surged around him, tearing through space as easily as a fragile sheet of paper.
Space twisted and light flashed. His figure vanished, then appeared inside the miniature world.
The sight before him shook Jiang Yun the moment he stepped in.
Black, gray, and white mists drifted through the empty expanse. Like living spirits, they danced slowly between heaven and earth.
They coiled together and merged, now dense as ink, now thin as smoke, as though performing a silent, mysterious dance of the cosmos.
It did not look particularly evil. It was peaceful, serene—a