The Desolate Saint Realm was vast and boundless, its territories divided with utmost strictness. From bottom to top, it was divided into the Nine Realms Eighty-One Regions, rising layer upon layer. The higher one went into the Upper Realm, the denser the spiritual energy became, and the smoother the path of cultivation.
Eastern Divine Palace and Desolate Court, these two great powers, both occupied the lowest First Realm. They respectively belonged to the East Region and the Desolate Domain among the Nine Regions. One dominated the east, the other held the western frontier. They faced each other from afar, and for tens of thousands of years, their conflicts had never ceased.
At the border between the First Realm and the Second Realm, a peculiar barrier stretched across the land.
This barrier had not been erected by human hands, but had been naturally conceived by heaven and earth. Within it lay a world of its own. Spirit Mountains rose and fell in endless succession, soaring into the clouds. Ancient trees towered high enough to blot out the sun, while vines twisted together like nets.
Spiritual streams burbled onward, converging into rivers. Spiritual energy swirled within the river water, nourishing countless rare flowers and exotic herbs.
Birds and beasts could be seen everywhere. Immortal cranes spread their wings and soared across the heavens, spirit apes swung and leaped through the forest, and even the crawling insects on the ground carried faint ripples of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy here was several times denser than in the First Realm. It was a rare Holy Land for cultivation.
Deep within the barrier, in a cloud-shrouded mountain hollow, twelve prayer cushions had been arranged in a scattered yet orderly pattern.
The cushions were all woven from thousand-year spirit bamboo. Their surfaces gleamed with a gentle