Stepping inside his quiet residence, Su Ming closed the wooden doors behind them.
Walking over to the eastern side of the study, Su Ming took out the ancient mountain painting from his storage ring. Ever since the formation of his World Seed, this painting had become a physical doorway into his personal Grotto-Heaven.
The painted ink rippled like liquid water, radiating a soft spatial light.
Without a word, Su Ming stepped forward into the canvas. Bai Qingxian followed closely behind him.
The space surrounding them twisted for a moment, and in the next instant, the study vanished, replaced by the cold night on a mountain summit.
Above them stretched an endless night sky, illuminated by ten thousand glittering stars. Pale starlight radiated down the peaks and across the valley.
Ever since the World Seed stabilized, the two had made a habit of visiting this place from time to time. Away from the outside world, it had become their private retreat.
