Chen Tong's eyes flashed, and a blue beam of light shot straight toward the thin, plump man. It shattered the blue palm and sent both men crashing down.
"Bang!!"
The two men slammed into the ground, forming a huge crater. Cracks spread in every direction, spanning thousands of miles in diameter. But for Golden Immortals, an injury like this was no worse than a mortal taking a fall—just a little painful.
Chen Tong brought Jiu'er to the edge of the crater in an instant and looked down at them indifferently. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes covered in dust and tattered. They stood trembling, heads bowed, not daring to meet Chen Tong's gaze.
"Tell me, what is this place called?" Chen Tong asked without emotion.
The two men froze. Not daring to think too much, the thin man hurriedly replied, "Answering the Great Immortal, this is Black Giant Ridge, in the West Wind Spirit Kingdom on the Southeast Continent."
"What nonsense!" Chen Tong was completely bewildered. He still hadn't gotten the answer he wanted, and snapped, "Just tell me the name of this world."
If the two men had only been startled before, now they were convinced that the Great Immortal before them must have just arrived. Otherwise, why would he ask such a basic question? Still, they didn't dare say more, and replied respectfully, "Answering the Great Immortal, this world is called the Immortal Spirit Realm."
"Ah! The Immortal Spirit Realm?" Jiu'er, in his arms, was immediately shocked to hear the name.
"Hmm... You know about the Immortal Spirit Realm?" Chen Tong asked, looking at Jiu'er.
"Mm-hmm!" Jiu'er nodded. "I heard Father mention it. The Immortal Spirit Realm is one of the Primordial Twelve Realms. It's a fusion of immortals and spirits, so its location lies where the Immortal