Chu Mu gazed up at the gray expanse beyond this small world, his thoughts drifting along with it.
The so-called concept of a self-contained world was undoubtedly a level difficult to define.
This crude space of his could be considered a self-contained world.
The vast Secret Realms could also be considered self-contained worlds.
But without exception, both were mere empty shells. Their inner cores were nothing but reflections of this Cultivation Immortal World.
A true self-contained world would have to possess its own complete set of worldly laws. Only then could it be considered a world in the truest sense.
'Cultivation... Cultivation Immortal...'
'Can an Immortal truly... create heaven and earth...?'
Chu Mu's eyes flickered. After a long moment, he suppressed the countless unrealistic fantasies in his mind. As he looked again at the narrow space before him, his gaze grew calm.
Then, his figure flickered and, in the next instant, he vanished from this space.
