At this very moment, Gu Yu suddenly felt like the creator of all things.
On Jade Void Peak in the Kunlun Mountains, three hundred kilometers away, he sat in the pavilion beneath a waterfall, with Xiaozhai's physical body beside him, and a vast water mirror suspended before his eyes.
Inside the water mirror were five sections, each corresponding to one of the worlds in the vision.
He was like a monstrous being playing with marbles, sitting in a control room, watching a large-scale "battle royale" involving seven hundred and twenty participants.
"Ying Yuan, Wang Rong, let's have a good match!"
"Upper House, Yu Lianzhi, let's have a good match!"
On the vast snowy expanse, seven or eight people scattered to the sides, leaving the field to the two of them. The distant sky rumbled ominously, like rolling muffled thunder, the light grew dim, no wind blew, and the ground seemed to freeze over with a creepy stillness.
