Zhang Xiaoman pondered the future development of the Original Realm and couldn't help but show a hint of anticipation.
As he stood up from his chair, everything around him began to change with his movement.
Stones rose all around him, tumbling beside him without a single tremor of the earth, only the rumbling noise of rocks grinding against each other could be heard.
Zhang Xiaoman walked forward and behind him, a magnificent palace rose from the ground as if the path had been smoothed over by an invisible force, no longer uneven, becoming very flat.
Turning around to look at his creation, Zhang Xiaoman nodded in satisfaction.
So far, with the expansion of the Original Realm, the authority it could support him using had been further enhanced.
He had now gone from initially controlling the movement of objects to currently shaping their form.
