Zhou Yan couldn't sense the passage of time, but within his brow, the Purple Flame burnt a space into existence, creating a breach in the limitless, dark, and silent 'Universe' nestled there.
The space was no more than a thousand cubic meters, but it was filled with a grand purple aura, like a piece of the Ancient times.
As this space materialized, Zhou Yan's soul naturally appeared within it.
Here, he felt as though he was the Sovereign, capable of doing whatever he desired.
"This... is my own world, this is a real spatial world!"
The incarnation of Zhou Yan's soul stood there, body trembling.
As the space came into being, he also gained control of his body, but he did not immediately wake up. Instead, he carefully experienced and comprehended this world within his brow.
The flames burned, refining the space and making it increasingly complete, slowly expanding its scope.
