Alan sat on the grass, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he looked at Mu Yu, his eyes flashing with a strange light. His voice was low and clear, like a mountain stream, faintly telling earthly legends.

"In this world, there are many realms of Muyu, and each realm has its own unique legends and miracles. These realms were created by the hands of the gods themselves, and their miracles were left in them. Alan's tone was full of awe and mystery.

"For example, at the end of the astral realm, there is a star that shines eternally, and that is the abode of the gods on earth. For example, in the deep sea, there is a mysterious crystal palace, which is the sacred place of the sea gods. Allen's description made Mu Yu seem to have seen those strange scenes with his own eyes.

Allen's eyes became deeper, "And the land under our feet also has its legends and miracles. In ancient times, when the gods created this world, they left a seed of life in the depths of the earth, which is the origin of all life. ”

Mu Yu listened attentively, and she could feel the emotion and awe in Allen's words. The world is so mysterious and beautiful, full of endless legends and miracles.

Alan looked into Mu Yu's eyes and continued, "Each realm has its own unique life and story, which in turn are closely related to our world. They are part of this world and part of our lives. ”

Allen's words left a deep imprint on Mu Yu's heart. She began to understand the beauty and mystery of the world, and also began to understand her place and value in it.

When the world was still at the beginning of chaos, an unknown god left his mark on the earth. With his infinite power, he has created small worlds, which are dotted in the endless void like stars, and each world is the crystallization of his strength and wisdom.

In these small worlds, mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals are all part of the god's dojo, and each place is full of vitality and harmony. The gods use these small worlds as their ashrams, spreading their wisdom and power, and sheltering all living beings.

However, at some point, the gods disappeared, and with them their power and wisdom. These small worlds began to be sealed one by one, as if they were packed into transparent glass balls, floating in the air one by one, gradually becoming blurred. The Dojo of the Gods, which was originally full of life, gradually withered over time.

At the same time, the earth has changed dramatically. The originally vast land was folded like a huge piece of paper being folded in half, and the mountains and rivers, cities and forests were all squeezed together. What used to be a variety of time zones, seasons, and climates is now chaotic.

In these chaotic times, people began to doubt the existence of the gods. They looked at those vague little worlds in the sky, and their hearts were full of doubts and fears. The folding of the earth and the seals of those small worlds make people feel helpless and hopeless.

However, even when the gods disappear, the power of life continues. In the folded crevices of the earth, all kinds of strange creatures began to multiply. They have adapted to new environments and developed a variety of unique ways of living.

In this chaotic era, human beings have not given up exploration and struggle. They work hard to solve the mystery of the disappearance of the gods and find a way to save the earth and the small world. They began to study ancient texts and artifacts left behind, trying to find a way to awaken the power of the gods.

On the day of the Apocalypse, the Earth experienced an unprecedented spatial folding. The whole world seems to be an unfolding book, and every inch of land, every ocean, and every mountain peak is presented in a new way. The streets of the city, which were once unremarkable, suddenly became colorful and full of flowers. Those small world spaces that were hidden were also opened one by one in this vast space folding.

These small world spaces were originally parallel to our world, and they were hidden in unknown dimensions and time and space, beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, on the day of the revelation, they were like treasures that had been unveiled, and suddenly appeared before the eyes of the world. These small world spaces have their own characteristics, some bloom everywhere, some are shady with green trees, some are waterfalls and springs, and some are craggy with strange rocks. They all have their own unique ecological environment and survival rules, providing endless resources and places for cultivators.

Since then, the wind of cultivation on Earth has prevailed. People go deep into these small worlds to explore their mysteries and find treasures and methods that can improve their cultivation. Various cultivation sects have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and they interpret these small world spaces in different ways, forming various unique cultivation concepts and methods.

Cultivation has become a trend, a belief. People are no longer satisfied with ordinary life, but pursue higher, farther, and more mysterious realms. They found strength, found themselves, and found a connection with each other in their cultivation.

The day of the Divine Revelation made the earth more mysterious and diverse. In this ever-changing world, people continue to explore, pursue, and break through, creating one legendary story of cultivation after another.

The dojo of the gods blooms in the void like a brilliant flower. It is a being beyond mortal comprehension, containing a mysterious and majestic power, which seems to speak of the majesty and power of the ancient gods.

Each ashram exudes a unique light, like the stars descending into the world, and its colors are unpredictable, sometimes bright as day, sometimes deep as night, these lights form a magnificent picture that makes people marvel. In these rays of light, the gods and disciples of the gods appeared one after another, and their figures loomed in the light, adding a bit of mystery.

Some of these gods are dressed in golden armor and are majestic; Some are dressed in light yarn, flowing like the wind; Some are huge, like mountains and mountains; Some are dexterous, like eagles and foxes. They are kind, or majestic, or close to the people, or distant people, and all kinds of demeanors. They walked in the dojo of the gods, and every step seemed to have a rhythm that made people feel awe.

Suddenly, all the gods raised their hands at the same time, each holding an artifact representing their belief in their hands, and for a moment, the divine light of the gods erupted from their hands, converging into an irresistible force. This force soared into the sky, dyeing the entire sky a golden yellow. In the midst of the gold, a huge scroll slowly unfolded, depicting the deeds and glory of the ancient gods.

At this moment, the dojo of the gods has been opened, and the gods and disciples have appeared one after another.