Lu Yuan gazed at the countless silent, floating waste mineral ores around him, as if a monarch surveying his kingdom.
"This feeling...."
He stretched out his hand, which resembled a sculpture carved from grey-white jade, strong, slender, and perfect, slowly closing it as the indescribable, surging strength flowed and converged between his fingers.
He closed his eyes, murmuring softly.
"Truly like a God."
At this moment, Lu Yuan could clearly sense anything within a few kilometers around him.
From massive ancient trees hundreds of meters tall, to giant rocks; down to a tiny speck of dust, a wisp of air.
Everything was reflected in his mind, down to the tiniest detail.
He could effortlessly read the conscious fluctuations of any living being.
Within this range, he commanded the air, capable of controlling the flow of every breath, conjuring wind out of thin air.
He dominated light, able to manipulate its brightness and control the alternation of day and night.....
