Yang Qinglan raised her hand and wiped, unfolding the Constant Sand World before everyone, with swirling clouds forming a passage.
The four of them stepped inside.
As they finished walking through the cloud passage, their vision slightly brightened, and they found themselves standing on a certain cloud top.
Looking around, mythical golden lines were outlining the forms of all things—
Golden lines wound through, mountains took shape; a golden trench was plowed on the ground, with river waters rushing in like a flood.
Golden lines suddenly rose from the ground, bursting open in a certain clearing, the soil covered with gravel, trees climbing higher in the shimmering golden light.
A larger golden particle hovered between the branches of a tree, while an adult squirrel with three baby squirrels ran past.
The deep forest revealed deer, a roaring tiger, a rabbit bolting away, and a wild boar being hunted.
