The silvery-white orb was no larger than a fist, but in Xiao Chen's eyes, it encompassed countless spaces undergoing destruction and rebirth, some whirling into boundless space storms, others collapsing and regenerating anew.
Within the silver orb, the universe converged; within its small confines, it yet resembled a vast world.
The profound mysteries of space were mesmerizing!
Space is the carrier of all beings, much like the Wilderness, a breeding ground for endless lives. Even the Small Worlds opened by the Hundred Clans were dependent on the space of the Wilderness to exist.
The other Small Worlds were also spaces. The power of space was omnipresent but tricky to fathom.
Xiao Chen's eyes had already turned silvery-white, and deep in his pupils, space was being destroyed; at this moment, he clearly captured the trajectories of the profound mysteries of space.
