"Is this the inside of the Daoist Mortar?" Chen Guan immediately realized what this place was.
However, it's quite different from what Chen Guan imagined; the Daoist Mortar, only the size of a washbasin, unexpectedly held a whole starry sky, even though the space was so small, it had merely such a tiny Suspended Island.
Chen Guan looked around but couldn't see anything special about this island, not even a single stone, only cracked Yellow Mud Land everywhere.
How on earth is this place cloned and replicated?
Chen Guan looked back and forth several times but still couldn't understand the purpose of this place.
The Daoist Mortar did not respond to his questions, Chen Guan felt that the consciousness of the Daoist Mortar seemed very weak, unable to express more intents.
Chen Guan guessed that it might have been injured; after all, it was originally in a broken state.
