After leaving the single mother's boudoir, Duke revealed his true form as a Black Eagle, spreading his wings and soaring through the boundless sky. Behind him lay layers upon layers of verdant mountains, topped by a majestic complex of palaces. Towers and pavilions, rare treasures and strange beasts, immortal branches and spiritual leaves—there were too many to count. Calling it an immortal realm would not have been an exaggeration.
"Damn, I never thought the Southern Mountain Phoenix of the Primordial Era would be such a filthy rich bastard. She's way richer than me in the Classic of Mountains and Seas World. Maybe I should go back and marry into her family..."
Duke spread his wings and roamed between heaven and earth, only to find this world unimaginably vast. Even with his Divine Sense fully spread, he could not see its end. Any random little hill stretched for tens of millions of miles, shrouded in Auspicious Clouds, its spiritual energy condensed into liquid. In the Journey to the West World, it would definitely have been an immortal blessed land, yet here it was utterly ordinary and without the slightest distinction.
Sure enough, without comparison, there was no harm!
Among the strange peaks and steep ridges, spiritual beasts of all sizes frolicked and chased one another through seas of clouds and mountain ravines. Digging a hole anywhere would uncover rare spiritual herbs that had grown for ten thousand years. Precious artifact-refining materials of later ages were so common here that even bending down to pick them up felt like a waste of time.
As far as the eye could see, he could vaguely make out a mountain range like a pillar reaching the heavens, supporting the sky above and the earth below. Clouds obscured its summit, making it impossible to tell how