Cheng Han had assumed that Qing Han Profound Palace was situated on a relatively large Spirit Leaf—a so-called "Middle Spirit Realm," or perhaps even the larger "Greater Spirit Realm."
But the sight before him made him realize just how wrong he had been.
Looking into the distance,
he saw five gigantic rings stacked one atop another, floating in the void.
The lowest ring alone had a diameter of no less than a hundred kilometers.
From bottom to top, the diameters of the rings gradually decreased.
Mountains and rivers could vaguely be seen scattered across them, along with endless plains and neatly arranged towns.
The form of this Profound Palace was more science-fictional than any sci-fi movie from his previous life.
Who said Mystic Adepts lacked imagination?
Zhao Qihuan, the Garrison Profound Warrior of Anhua City, glanced at Cheng Han and smiled. "Cheng Mystic Adept, does this feel like quite the eye-opener?"
This Mystic Adept was an old acquaintance of Cheng Han's. They had dealt with each other many times before, so the Profound Pavilion had simply arranged for him to escort Cheng Han here to "study."
As Cheng Han toyed with two glass beads, he sighed in admiration. "It certainly does!"
The glass beads occasionally knocked together, producing light ding-ding sounds.
Inside them were two Crimson Ants. Their bodies rapidly shifted between gray and red, making for a rather strange sight.
Naturally, he was training his extraordinary power, intending to establish a fixed impression in others' minds—this genius specialized in Stone Spirit Profound Arts.
This would allow him to separate himself from his hidden identity.
In short,
an excellent mastermind had to pay special attention to the little details of daily life.
Zhao Qihuan glanced at the ants in surprise and began explaining, "These five giant rings are called the