Spirit Realm, with ancient years, vast and boundless.
"Bang!"
Shi Hao appeared and landed on the ground.
This was a swamp, filled with numerous puddles and mud lakes, yet many large trees grew here, their branches spread wide, shielding the sky.
The trees were not densely packed, spaced far apart, with little other vegetation between them. The swamp was filled with a heavy yin energy, rarely touched by sunlight.
The Spirit Realm, so real, once entered, it felt no different from the outside world.
"What was the intention behind such a grand world built by the divine spirit using psychic power?" Shi Hao furrowed his brow, feeling more than ever that there must be a profound secret within.
The Lower Realm has the Realm of Virtual Gods, and the higher realms have the Spirit Realm; essentially no different, just under different names.
