What appeared before their eyes was a floating continent several million li across. Similar landmasses drifted in the distance.
It was worth mentioning that Meng Chuan was now seeing all this through Zhang Sanfeng's Livestream Room.
In other words, I'm standing right beside Zhang Sanfeng, watching his livestream.
That neatly sidestepped the problem of Meng Chuan being unable to see.
Brilliant, if I do say so myself.
Above the many continents hung over a hundred Stars, scattered across the sky with nothing else to adorn it.
The Stars followed fixed paths, and each held a faint consciousness.
Those consciousnesses were far from lively. They were so sluggish that even completing what could loosely be called a thought took them ages.
Dementia could have opened the door for dementia, and found dementia already at home.
Yet these stars had extraordinary origins. They were formed from fallen Yang Spirit experts of ages past and would endure forever unless someone deliberately destroyed them.
But who capable of reaching this place would have nothing better to do than smash Stars like these?
Meng Chuan led Zhang Sanfeng straight toward a particular destination, undistracted by the treasures along the way.
In an instant, they arrived at an island founded upon Origin Divine Stone. A vast city stood on it, also built from Origin Divine Stone.
Outside the island lay a lake formed from drops of Origin Power.
A single drop of Origin Power could make someone a Ghost Immortal or a peak Martial Saint. A thousand portions of Origin Qi were needed to condense one drop of Origin Power. A whole lake of it was possible only through the Fortune Daoist's methods.
"It would be quite useful to the weak," Zhang Sanfeng said, looking toward the lake.
"If you want some for your disciples and