Ling Ping'an stood in the void with his hands behind his back.
He looked at the world of fragments beneath him.
Name: The White Abyss.
It was a fragment of the great world of mountains and seas.
Because of various reasons, it drifted to the world he was in.
In the end, it had landed in his hands and became the laboratory for his creations.
"White Abyss..." He sighed. With a wave of his hand, a grave that had been buried deep in this world rose with a rumble from Mount White Water.
The majestic ancient tomb was surrounded by the Emperor's aura.
This aura was like an ocean, vast and undetectable!
This aura was like a prison, deep and unapproachable!
Anyone who looked at it would feel a sense of awe!
Ling Ping'an felt its prowess and sighed, "If that Emperor had been at his peak, he would not have become an Outer God!"
This so-called Outer God was actually the embodiment of the universe's laws.