At this moment, in the specially constructed world, deep within the Western region.
The desolate wasteland of the West, which had few living creatures to begin with, had become a lifeless zone with Wang Mang's arrival.
Let alone wild grass, even the ground itself seemed to sink a few inches under the devastation of the Great Devouring Dao.
The dark and abyss-like power of the Great Dao spread to every corner, continuously exuding its eerie traits.
The characteristics of devouring and assimilation began to take effect in this space.
And so, the time of an incense stick had passed.
At this time, Wang Mang stood tall in the firmament, looking down below with a calm face.
"Brethren, how goes the collection of spiritual force?" Wang Mang wondered in his heart.
It wasn't long before the answer from the ancient god echoed in Wang Mang's mind.
"Very good! This time, the spiritual force is exceptionally better than before!"