In the inner world, the scorching sun hung high, radiating boundless light.
The island where the Memory Palace resided was expanding in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Deep within the earth, a constant rumble was heard, as if a hibernating earth dragon was turning over.
On what was originally flat ground, several low mounds slowly arched upward.
Their "backs" gradually rose, evolving toward the contours of true mountain ranges.
On the surface, a fissure cracked open by an invisible force slowly elongated and deepened, vaguely forming the prototype of a canyon.
This creation-like spectacle, though crude and primitive, was filled with exuberant life force.
Its source of power originated from Fang Cheng's real body.
The flesh of the Deep Red Eye in his stomach, under the illumination of True Sun Fire, was dissolving rapidly as if it were a piece of butter thrown into a furnace.
