Zhou Ming followed Pangu, taking a single step into the Eternal Dao Realm.
The scene before his eyes suddenly opened wide.
Ahead of him, there were no jeweled towers or jade palaces, only a vast, boundless expanse of empty land.
On the land stood more than a hundred divine mountains that pierced the heavens.
Every divine mountain stabbed straight into the firmament, radiating Dao Rhythm that was entirely distinct, yet equally vast and majestic.
Upon these divine mountains, the patterns of laws were clearly visible, like the veins of the mountains themselves, circulating on their own, living and growing without end.
Among these divine mountains, six were particularly eye-catching.
They stood a head taller than all the other divine mountains, and the Dao Rhythm coiling around them was even more condensed and weighty, nearly taking on substance.
Zhou Ming swept his perception over them, and his mind trembled faintly.
"What are those mountains?"
Pangu looked in the direction he indicated, his expression carrying a touch of calm.
"These are the Dao fields of the Fellow Daoists."
"Every Fellow Daoist in the Eternal Dao Realm condenses their own comprehension of the Three Thousand Laws into a divine mountain to serve as their Dao field."
"The deeper one's comprehension of the Three Thousand Great Daos, the more condensed the divine mountain formed, and the higher it stands."
Pangu raised a hand and pointed toward the six most majestic divine mountains at the very center.
"The six in the middle are the Dao fields of the five Fellow Daoists Taiyi, Taichu, Taishi, Taisu, and Taiji, as well as mine."
Zhou Ming understood.
No wonder.
After entering the Eternal Dao Realm, he had felt that the laws here were dense to an inconceivable degree.
More than a hundred Great Dao Realm experts had manifested