Inside the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan's soul entered once more. The sensation was incredibly strange. Normally, when a Cultivator introspected their Golden Core, they could only use their Divine Sense to perceive it in minute detail, unlike Fang Qingyuan, who could place his entire Divine Sense inside.
Of course, other Cultivators' Golden Cores didn't contain a world.
The changes to the Immortal Mansion were immense. This was Fang Qingyuan's first thought. The moment he entered, he was captivated by the scenery.
'What a real world this is!' The Immortal Mansion had always been like spring year-round, but now the mountains were green, the rivers clear, and mist swirled around verdant peaks. As Fang Qingyuan's soul looked down from high above, he saw the mountains and land below draped in a faint, gauze-like layer of green under the sunlight, brimming with vitality.
