Spatial transfer, a whirl of heaven and earth.
In just a moment, the proud cultivators entering the Vessel of Creation found themselves in a new world.
As far as the eye could see, mountains and rivers, seas and flows of sun and moon, all were present.
There were towering mountains and long rivers, ancient trees reaching the sky, Spiritual Qi vibrant and abundant.
Even the most ordinary grass had grown to hundreds of meters high, practically a dense forest.
"Is this the world within the Vessel of Creation?"
Yan Rumeng, Xia Bingyun, Yi Yu, Yu Chajuan and others scanned around, taking a deep breath.
For saints like them, such creations in the void, the means to create a little world, were extremely astounding.
But all of this didn't seem so miraculous in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
Because Jun Xiaoyao himself was already beginning to explore.
