He looked at the endless black space in front of him and couldn't help but laugh:
"So that's how it is! Karma is the collective wishful force of all living things forming this 'infinite space'!"
Chen Kuang took a deep breath and snapped his fingers.
In the originally pitch-black space, a strange place suddenly unfolded like a scroll.
It was a place resembling a slum, with several ancient streets merged together, the environment was filthy and chaotic, much larger than the dozens of square meters living room Chen Kuang could originally imagine.
Chen Kuang stood on the narrow street, the eaves on both sides extending out, almost blocking the sky—though, in truth, there was no sky here, only darkness.
Chen Kuang inhaled, the air filled with a distinct damp and rancid smell.
"Hey, move aside!"
"Quick, get out of the way!"
Suddenly, the voices of a few children came from behind him.
Chen Kuang turned his head and stepped back simultaneously.
