Shen Bing paid little attention to any of that. In the Immortal Realm, he was undoubtedly the most fearless person around. Even Sun Wukong, who had wreaked havoc in Heaven all those years ago, lacked his confidence.
What could anyone do? They couldn't kill him or imprison him. Even Tathagata Buddha would have a hard time dealing with him.
Unconcerned, Shen Bing reached the innermost hall. The moment he stepped inside, it was as though he had entered another world.
It was a vast space that he could never have imagined from outside, like an enormous plaza.
"Enormous" was no exaggeration, either. Its edges stretched beyond sight.
Shen Bing understood that this was a form of spatial manipulation in the Immortal Realm, similar to the Buddhist technique of Contain Mount Sumeru in a Mustard Seed.
"Ah! When will I get my hands on technology like this? It's so damn awesome," Shen Bing sighed.
He tried zooming his view in and out, and soon established that the hall covered at least a thousand square kilometers.
"A place this big is larger than plenty of small countries on Earth!"
At the center of the hall, Shen Bing could clearly see a gigantic lion standing there. It was the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage.
He looked completely different from before. Previously, he had merely been a little oversized, but now he had actually grown nine heads.
His body was like a mountain, and every head was larger than the biggest Ferris wheel in the real world.
He simply stood there, radiating boundless might.
The Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage's strength was indeed nothing to scoff at.
Several elderly men with the bearing of immortals stood beside the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage, and Celestial Venerable Taiyi was among them.
Who knew how long they had been standing there? Every