"Interesting..."
The corners of Chu Mu's lips lifted slightly, his gaze growing restrained as he followed the group out of Thousand Left Mountain.
Once they left Thousand Left Mountain, a Flying Boat materialized. Everyone boarded it, and under Li Ziwei's control, the Flying Boat headed due south from Thousand Left Mountain.
Yong Province lay on the border of the Nine Provinces. To the south, it bordered the Heavenly Court; to the north lay frontier lands neighboring the Foreign Race, also where the Holy Imperial Palace had massed heavy troops.
By all reason, if a vast territory had been ruled by a major power for countless years, it would undoubtedly develop much like the Cultivation World of the lower realm.
From south to north, from west to east, all resources across the vast territory would be divided up completely. Interests and social classes would likewise become firmly entrenched, nearly impossible to shake.
But the Spirit Realm was ultimately different.
The Spirit Realm's peculiar capacity for growth meant that, at every moment, this world known as the Spirit Realm was expanding and growing.
And within the boundless Chaotic Void, perhaps the one thing never lacking was worlds.
Worlds were like mustard seeds, like dust motes, like stars filling the sky...
As the Spirit Realm grew every moment, it would also, like a black hole, devour every world within the scope of its expansion.
If a world swallowed by the Spirit Realm happened to encounter sufficient fortunate coincidences, it would be drawn in by the Spirit Realm's planar force and become a subsidiary world of the Spirit Realm, suspended beyond its plane. Once discovered by the Spirit Realm's major powers, it would naturally trigger campaign after campaign of conquest.
The blessed grotto-heavens commonly spoken of in the Spirit Realm generally referred to those