At the center of the Realm Sea's vast sea of stars.
A figure appeared out of thin air, as soundlessly as a speck of dust falling into the ocean.
Shen Fan.
He stood above the Realm Sea, looking down upon this familiar yet unfamiliar expanse.
Come to think of it, several thousand years had passed since he left the Realm Sea.
For mortals, that was enough time for seas to become mulberry fields; for a Nirvana Realm expert like him, it was merely a somewhat lengthy journey.
The Realm Sea was still the same Realm Sea.
Countless True Realm Stars revolved, and billions upon billions of living beings lived and multiplied.
Yet in Shen Fan's perception, every detail of this realm domain stood revealed—every wisp of worldly energy flowing, every pulse of the Supreme Rule, and even the strength of the experts' auras within each world. Nothing escaped his Spiritual Sense.
This was the Nirvana Realm.
A single thought could encompass an entire realm!
Shen Fan stood with his hands behind his back, sweeping his Spiritual Sense across the Realm Sea.
He saw Imperial Lord Changqing presiding over the center of the Realm Sea, his aura considerably deeper than it had been back then;
He saw Imperial Lord Bai Yu and Imperial Lord Jin Yao each guarding a region, tending to the wounds left by the Abyss Ruins' invasion;
He also saw the countless living beings of the Realm Sea flourishing with renewed vitality after surviving that catastrophe.
"Not bad."
Shen Fan nodded slightly.
Without alerting anyone, he looked beyond the Realm Sea's endless starfields, directly toward an exceptionally well-hidden location.
There lay a concealment Prohibition that even a First-Grade Imperial Lord could not detect.
The Thousand Martial Hall.
Last time, the Goat Tower Spirit had summoned him and transported