"What happened to this place?"
Surrounded by luscious greens, teeming with life and vibrancy Wang Ling stood in middle of it all, stunned. He shouldn't be surprised by this sight; the Deity Paradise was similarly luscious due to Bai Xue's doing.
However, that was the problem presented. Wang Ling was not in the Deity Paradise, at least, not his mind. His physical body may be in the Deity Paradise, but his psyche was somewhere else, in his Mindscape, where everything was white—or was supposed to be white.
Now, however, his Mindscape was filled to the brim with life. Streaming water by the wayside and several hundred meters away was a path leading to a strangely familiar mountain, Wang Ling smiled.
"An exact replica of the Red Mountain. Did I create this unconsciously?" he asked himself, curious if this was one of the processes in creating worlds. Without him noticing, a mysterious pull had him trudge up the mountain.