Rolling mountains rose and fell, ancient trees covered the land, and wisps of immortal mist curled through the forests. Every mountain was bathed in rosy clouds, with all kinds of auspicious beasts appearing and disappearing among them.
Between the mountains hung springs and cascading waterfalls, along with many clear lakes filled with Azure Lotuses. Spirit fish could be seen swimming freely through the water, and the entire place brimmed with boundless vitality.
Atop the highest peak stood clusters of grand, majestic palaces. Built upon the mountain's Spirit Vein, they drew in the essence of heaven and earth as misty vapors billowed around them, making the place resemble a Divine Court.
The courtyards held gardens and medicinal fields. Every plant was crystalline and radiant, releasing a refreshing fragrance. Any single flower or blade of grass here, if taken outside, could trigger bloody battles in the outside world.
This was a Pure Land beyond all ages, a domain Zhou Tong had created after completely surpassing the Immortal Emperor realm. The medicinal fields, spiritual plants, and the like were all things Zhou Tong had created from nothing.
Yet these things no longer held any meaning for him; they were merely decorations. Of course, whenever a promising junior came by, he would let them enter the medicinal fields and pick one or two Spirit Herbs before leaving.
Meanwhile, within the Pure Land at the deepest part of this palace complex.
Zhou Tong sat quietly atop a blue stone.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a small ancient bell. It seemed neither stone nor metal, its surface mottled with marks. Every scratch contained the most profound power of the Myriad Heavens.
This bell was Zhou Tong's own Hegemonic Bell.
Having reached his current realm, a Dao Proving Artifact no longer had any reason