At that.
Wang Ziyu shook his head with a laugh. "No."
"Aside from the Eastern Continent, there are two other great realms in this world. One is called the Mystic Continent, the other Daiyu."
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly.
The Mystic Continent?
Daiyu?
Those two names were utterly unfamiliar to her.
The Great Tang's histories recorded only the neighboring nations, without a single word about this world's vast geography.
"Then which of the three is strongest, and which is weakest?"
Jiang Yuechu had struck right at the heart of the matter.
Wang Ziyu glanced at her. "Do you even need to ask? If those two realms were better than this one, why would sixteen of the twenty-five orthodox Great Daos shamelessly insist on squeezing into the Eastern Region?"
"As the saying goes, people climb toward higher ground, while water flows toward lower ground."
"The Eastern Region is the high ground of this world."
"This land abounds in heavenly treasures, its blessed soil nurtures outstanding people, and fortune gathers here."
"That is why cultivators and demons from the Mystic Continent and Daiyu risk their lives to squeeze into the Eastern Region and win a share of its blessings."
"Yet few cultivators from the Eastern Region would be foolish enough to run off to those two places and suffer."
"Only when they can no longer get by here, or their enemies have hunted them into a corner, are they forced to flee to those places for refuge."
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
So that was it.
The Eastern Region was the center of this world, a land of abundance.
And abundance naturally drew packs of wolves to circle hungrily around it.
But... that raised another question.
The Great Tang lay within the Eastern Region, occupying a corner of this fertile land.
By the standards