The vast heavens and earth were enveloped in crimson. Even the distant mountains were red, as if they had been infused with endless blood, full of desolation and annihilation.
Buzz!
Above a mountain, the space was suddenly torn apart. A plane passage was formed as a lithe figure descended from it. This figure, of course, was Mu Chen. After seeing that there was no strange movement around him, Mu Chen relaxed a little, and he concealed the surging spiritual energy around him.
"The level of power between heaven and earth on this Lower Plane is indeed, lower." Mu Chen stretched out his hand, and the power of heaven and earth converged to form a ball of light. He felt the power of it, but his brows knit together. The power of heaven and earth was far less powerful than the power in the Great Thousand World, so it would be much a slower process if he wanted to restore power here.