"Is this the... place of the human race's inheritance?"
Following close behind Farmer Woodcutter, Wei Tu entered the "rune passage." Even as he remained secretly on guard, the astounding sight before him left him utterly stunned.
At the end of the "rune passage," the "human race treasure land" they were about to reach was neither mountain nor lake, neither palace nor pavilion. It was an enormous tower ship that stretched nearly beyond sight, exuding an ancient aura.
It lay half-ruined and half-damaged, concealed within the darkness of the void. Yet the dim spirit-sealing restrictions flickering across its hull blocked every attempt by cultivators to probe it with divine sense or spirit eyes...
But that was not what truly shocked Wei Tu.
Rather, within the ruin-like pavilions scattered across this enormous tower ship were astonishingly numerous herds of demonic beasts and groups of cultivators... They lived upon the deck like ordinary people, though their size made them resemble ants clinging to the massive vessel.
Or perhaps the entire tower ship was already no smaller than a prefecture or county within any immortal domain of the human race in the Spirit Realm.
Those seemingly ordinary pavilions and landscapes, set against the tiny ant-like cultivators and demonic beasts, became bizarre spectacles, each as vast as a mountain range.
"Could the legend Flame-Haired Daoist spoke of be true? Did the human race of the Spirit Realm arrive here from another realm in ancient times, rather than being natives of the Spirit Realm from the beginning..." Wei Tu's mind roiled, and he found it difficult to remain calm.
Everything before him had nearly convinced him of that legend. He merely lacked tangible evidence that could be traced back to its source, making it difficult to reach a final conclusion.
For the "cultivators" within this enormous