Green grass, trees, forest....
As he quietly watched this scene, Chen Feng realized it was even more perfect and meticulous than the moment when he originally established his Spiritual World.
It seemed as if this was the primordial form of the Spiritual World, the highest origin of all creation methods.
A thought flickered through his mind, and Chen Feng suddenly had an idea.
Could such a world nurture new life?
After all, even though he is now a Martial God, making his Spiritual World fully manifest and almost identical to the real world,
and even accommodating external life to live inside it, which could be considered another reality space,
at its core,
his Spiritual World still could not nurture life, create souls from the very beginning and develop infinitude.
Thinking of this, he continued to focus intently on the scene before him.
But then.
Boom!!
Thunder roared, once again echoing throughout the sky.
The dark clouds were dense like ink, hard to disperse.
