The Three Immortals World stretched boundlessly.
After the successive fusion of the three great immortal islands-Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou-and several rounds of world reconstruction, measuring this place against ordinary blessed grotto-heavens had long since ceased to mean much.
Tongtian stood atop a lofty peak, sage light faintly swirling in his eyes.
Observing heaven and earth from the realm of a Sage was naturally nothing like doing so as an ordinary Great Luo.
The heights of mountains and valleys, the courses of spiritual veins, the layers of space, the flow of time, and even the broad trajectories of every law operating between heaven and earth began to emerge clearly in his perception.
At first.
Tongtian looked fairly relaxed.
A few breaths later, the smile on his face gradually faded.
After a dozen breaths, unmistakable surprise had appeared in his eyes.
Bixiao had been secretly watching his reactions. Seeing this newly ascended Shangqing Saint remain silent for so long, she inexplicably felt a little smug.
She had witnessed firsthand just how extraordinary their Three Immortals World had become, every step of the way.
Outsiders rarely managed to remain completely calm when they first examined it seriously.
Even Sages were no exception.
The first thing Tongtian noticed was space.
Beyond the world's main body, at least twelve core spatial layers intersected with one another, the entrances to each layer shifting slowly.
Deeper still lay a vast number of independent secret realms.
Secret realms for comprehending the Dao, secret realms for spiritual roots, artifact-refining spaces, the Sword Valley, and the Valley of Years each existed upon different spatial nodes, yet maintained stable connections through the world origin.
That alone was complex enough.
What truly changed Tongtian's expression was that these spaces were not simply stacked together.
They had clearly defined roles.
The outer layers