The Spirit Realm was vast and boundless—this was the most direct and fitting description.
Within that immeasurable plane, all heavens and countless races competed together. Powerful races were active everywhere, each occupying its own territory.
No one knew just how vast the Spirit Realm truly was, nor could anyone count how many races existed within it.
The human race, which reigned supreme in the lower realms, was nothing remarkable when viewed across the entire Spirit Realm. Some races had been born at the dawn of creation itself, possessing ancient inheritances and incomparably terrifying strength.
"Sure enough, the Spirit Realm is no peaceful holy land either. It's actually this dangerous." Li Qing murmured. This ancient handbook recorded several races that harbored intense hostility toward humans.
For example, the Multi-Horned Race—a race covered in tentacles that most enjoyed using humans as blood food.
Then there was the Tree Spirit Race. This race bore even deeper malice toward humans and bitterly hated their use of spirit herbs and spirit fruits for alchemy. Once encountered, it would inevitably become a fight to the death.
Of course, there were also races that were relatively friendly toward humans, such as the Stone Spirit Race and the Fire Spirit Race.
However, the overwhelming majority of races remained neutral toward humans, changing their attitudes according to cultivation and strength.
If one ascended into the territory of a race that was deeply hostile toward humans, it would most likely be a situation of ten deaths and no life. Thus, ascension was also a matter that depended greatly on luck.
"The good news is not nonexistent. At least when it comes to the Demon Realm, all races present a united front. Nearly every continent has a Two Realms Battlefield connected to the Demon Realm."
"Yet apart from the Two Realms