Inside the Imperial Palace.
BZZZMM!
Wang Xiao felt as if he were inside a vast, magnificent scroll painting.
The scroll was composed of a colossal canvas, which in turn was woven from countless fine threads.
Upon it stood countless people, alongside sprawling cities, towering mountains, and great rivers...
It was like a 3D ink wash painting that contained everything in the world.
The scene upon it was not static.
Instead, it changed bit by bit as time flowed on.
The people on it—from all walks of life, be they high officials and nobles, common folk, or Cultivators—all, without exception, experienced the vicissitudes of life, its endless changes, its cycle of birth, age, sickness, and Death.
City after city experienced rises and falls, moments of splendor and desolation.
River after great river underwent immense transformations, flowing ceaselessly until they dried up and vanished.
