Suspended in the midair of the new world, Zhang Xuan's spirit moved, his intention enveloping the entire world. In the next moment, he teleported and appeared inside a vast hall.
In the center of the hall stood a statue of a girl in her twenties, clothed in red silk that accentuated her slender waist, tall in stature with an innate heroic spirit in her brows—it was his eldest disciple, Zhao Ya!
Five years ago, he had learned the art of world creation from his father-in-law Nie Yun. After completing this world, he brought over Zhao Ya, Zheng Yang, and others. Here, it was easier for everyone to comprehend the rules, and finally a year ago, they gained recognition from heaven and earth, also reaching the realm of a God Monarch.
Even Sun Qiang, the steward with not so great talent, had achieved such cultivation level under his repeated infusion of strength.
