Once it was confirmed that Zhou Tong was willing to accept this territory of High Heaven, Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai both revealed faint smiles.
Since he had agreed, he could be considered one of High Heaven's people.
With a casual wave of his hand, Meng Hai unfurled a scroll before Zhou Tong. It formed an enormous image spanning a full hundred feet, and a vast map appeared before him.
This was a rough map of High Heaven. Any region one could point to with a finger was comparable to a great world, while a palm print pressed onto the map represented a vast territory equivalent to the Immortal Domain at its peak.
"This is only the portion currently suitable for habitation. Vast areas have been contaminated by strangeness and ominousness, so they are not shown on this map," Immortal Emperor Meng Hai said. "According to High Heaven's former rules, anyone who fought their way up here through their own strength could leave a handprint upon an unclaimed area of this map. The vast region covered by that handprint would become your territory."
Immortal Emperor Meng Hai waved his hand again, and the map immediately rippled. Territory after territory appeared upon it, each marked by a handprint that radiated endless light, lofty and supreme. At the very least, they had been left by Dao Ancestors, and some had even been pressed down by Immortal Emperors.
Though they were called handprints, they merely indicated approximate locations. There were large swathes of blank land between every handprint on the map, and lines ran through those blank areas, dividing the territories.
Those had once belonged to powerful figures, but those places had now become the grounds from which they reflected history. Eighty percent of the map was already filled. Not much remained, but