He stood at the edge of the land: one step forward lay an ocean formed from the convergence of earth, fire, wind, water, and more, all transformed from chaos.
One step back lay a thin sheet of land.
And this was the location marked by the beacon he had obtained after offering sacrifices to the eight directions and the changing seasons.
Never mind mountains and rivers-here, even the land was only a foot thick.
Was this a suitable place to build a Legacy Purple Mansion?
Whoosh!
Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air. "It is!"
"Since the sacrificial beacon pointed here, this place is suitable."
Although there were no rocks here, over the decades, many living beings and a hundred and eight thousand magical artifacts had accumulated vast resources for him.
He had already anticipated this situation.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wang Quan took repeated deep breaths, adjusting his condition.
After several deep breaths, he patted a Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Numerous spirit bricks flew out of the Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
These spirit bricks were taller than a person and seventeen or eighteen meters long, condensed from Spirit Soil.
Spirit bricks this large could easily serve as masonry for city walls.
Yet now, Wang Quan was using them to build a Legacy Purple Mansion.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spirit bricks dropped onto the land, nearly crushing the thin ground beneath their weight.
But this land had formed from the flesh and blood of a [One-Way Passage] powerhouse. Though it seemed only a thin layer, the meridians and other structures within that powerhouse's flesh lay hidden inside, making it exceptionally sturdy. Otherwise, it could not have suppressed the earth, fire, wind, and water below.
Once the spirit bricks formed a layer of foundation, Wang Quan patted a box.
Whoosh!
Bang!
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