Inside the Immortal Mansion, life thrived. Fang Qingyuan walked to the border of the newly appeared Black Land. Peering through the thick barrier, he gazed at the world outside.
A black mist swirled ahead, and his gaze could only penetrate a few dozen yards. Anything further was a blur.
'Each time my cultivation advances, the Immortal Mansion Space expands a little further. Will the black mist on the other side completely dissipate one day, revealing what truly lies beyond?'
'What is hidden within the black mist?'
'Is it a silent, barren wasteland, or are there unknown creatures living there?'
Fang Qingyuan couldn't figure it out, so he decided to stop thinking about it. 'Time will give me the answer. Overthinking it now will only drain my mental energy.'
Fang Qingyuan turned his gaze to this new land. The newly appeared Black Land, combined with the area that had been silently increasing, totaled about seven-tenths of a *mu*.
