Within the Heavenly Emperor's Illusionary Realm, Wu Wang sat on a cloud, gazing up at the azure sky.
Ten to twelve hours had passed since Elder Shen Nong had transformed him into an old man.
Is this the training ground left by Emperor Fu Xi?
Indeed, it was truly remarkable. With just the round plate in his hand and a few simple commands, he could drastically alter the terrain within a radius of hundreds of miles. The once endless dense forest could be transformed into a testing ground where deserts, hills, ravines, plains, and various other topographies coexisted.
Beyond the words 'quite remarkable,' Wu Wang truly did not know how to describe it.
The only drawback was that it was somewhat taxing on the Pavilion Masters.
In a corner of the Illusionary Realm, seven or eight elderly men and women sat or lay about, each panting heavily and dripping with sweat; the faces of those with slightly weaker cultivation levels were already pale.
