The surface of the lake was calm like a mirror, so much so it could reflect a person's image.
The misty Spirit Qi formed a dense fog that floated above the lake.
Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blades Chair, just floating above the surface of the lake. He stared deep into the lake, looking at the small beam of light that was just about the size of a fingernail.
It was just like a seed, a seed of hope.
It was a seed that could bring about growth and metamorphosis to this world.
Lu Fan wanted to build the Ultimate Fantasy World, and this seed was not something he could do without. This Earth's Origin—and this Origin alone—was the only thing that could break the shackles of this earth.
