From afar, it looked like a scene from the primordial wilderness.
Ye Xiwen's expression did not change. He had seen such scenes twice before. Once had been on Ten Thousand Demons Island, where he had encountered something similar, and the other had been at the battlefield of the gods in the True Martial Realm. They had all been much the same.
Powerful existences had even warped and torn apart the space across the entire battlefield, leaving it unable to recover.
He narrowed his eyes. His body was gradually adapting to this spatial distortion. He could tell that the force of these spatial twists was enough to make anyone below the Celestial Realm burst apart on the spot. Anyone whose physical body was not strong enough could not possibly survive here.
But that did not mean that the stronger one was, the less one would be affected here. On the contrary, while those below the Celestial Realm could not survive, experts above the Celestial Realm found it equally difficult to survive.
Because once martial artists condensed their own domains at the Dharma Idol Realm, they had actually begun separating themselves from heaven and earth, becoming self-contained entities.
The fundamental core of the Great Dao of immortality was how to leap beyond the Three Realms and stand outside the Five Elements. So long as one remained within heaven and earth, one would inevitably be constrained by its power. Birth, aging, illness, and death were the true inescapable problems within the operation of heaven and earth's laws.
Thus, becoming self-contained became the only path. From the Dharma Idol Realm onward, all cultivation involved continuously imitating the environment in which heaven and earth operated, eventually transforming one's domain into a god's divine kingdom. In essence, a divine kingdom was already a brand-new world. So