Heavy energy spread around the giant Origin of the world.
This was not a real world, but a space of consciousness formed by the Origin of the world. Only people like Lords of the Plane who could make contact with the Origin could show up here.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan was looking at the red-clothed man standing on the shining flying sword. His white clothes were fluttering.
This man looked a little like a woman. With his hands in the shape of orchid fingers, his mannerisms were quite feminine.
They did not say much to each other.
It was natural that the red-clothed man hated Lu Fan. After all, a wisp of Spiritual Sense of his was suppressed. And that was not the worst. What was more hateful was Lu Fan used that wisp of Spiritual Sense of his as a medium to absorb the Origin of his world!
The Origin of a world was what made the world develop and improve!
