As one of the handful of top-tier realms in the Spirit World, the Nailong Realm was vast beyond measure, divided into eighty-one prefectures.
Each prefecture was also quite expansive, likely not much smaller than the East Sea Cultivation World.
In other words, putting other resources aside for the moment, in terms of area alone, the Nailong Realm was nearly a hundred times larger than the East Sea.
With such a vast expanse, barren lands were naturally unavoidable.
For example, in the north of Tianshuang Prefecture, there was an ice plain, boundless in breadth, where goose-feather snow drifted down all year round. The ice was more than a thousand zhang thick, undecayed for ten thousand years, and had never once melted.
Not to mention Mortals, even cultivators and the Demon Race rarely came to this ice plain. The climate was simply too harsh. Not only was it cold here, but the spiritual energy was also extremely thin.
It was a peaceful morning. The Sun had only just risen, and goose-feather snow still drifted down from the sky. Sunlight spilled over the land, yet held not the slightest warmth, cold and pale.
Boom!
An explosive sound entered their ears, savagely tearing that tranquility apart.
In the distant sky, a streak of red light and a stream of black qi crisscrossed and maneuvered, locked in constant battle.
Though this ice plain was a place rarely visited by human traces, that did not mean no cultivator would ever come here.
Despite its thin spiritual energy, despite its conditions being harsh to the extreme.
So what of it? Nature had its own laws. In such a place, there were instead a few spiritual herbs suited to growing here.
Because of this, cultivators would occasionally come here, searching for that chance to strike it rich.
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