Under the night sky, the gray mist began to envelop the earth.
The distant mountains became reflections as if in an ink painting, with the dark green miasma from the Poison Gas Swamp spreading in all directions. The creations of the old days began to exhale and inhale the poisonous mist, with more than half of their massive bodies hidden beneath the swamp.
—— Lesser Creation Skill.
Shawn sat cross-legged on the cold ground, weaving a piece of linen out of thin air in his hands. The flowing Star Energy gathered in his hands, transforming bit by bit into tangible matter.
Although the essence of spells all originates from the World Law, the way Spiritual Power is wielded is completely different from the mystical knowledge he had mastered before.
This is another way of using the World Law.
In the nearby corner, there was already a pile of linen casually thrown on the ground. They could exist for seven hours before dissipating back into Star Energy.
