They continued until they reached a truly vast Spirit Realm, a place that could even be called a Blessed Land.
In the Netherworld, Astral Winds blew year-round, and emptiness stretched everywhere. Places with unusual terrain were often where the Earth Veins of the mortal world converged.
Here, for instance, a flat-topped mountain rose several hundred yards high. In scale and grandeur, it was no less impressive than Tang Changsheng's Cloudtail Mountain.
"What place is this?" Even Lu Rongguang and the others felt their hearts jolt at the sight of such a vast Blessed Land.
Whoever presided over a Blessed Land of this scale had already surpassed the ranks of Ghost Gods and reached at least the Demigod level. In other words, he could not be weaker than Tang Changsheng!
"This is the Blessed Land of Di Gong, the highest god worshipped by the Western Qiang People..."
The words had barely left his mouth when a thunderous rumble sounded. A Giant more than thirty yards tall strode toward them.
What did thirty yards tall mean? It meant he was nearly as tall as a thirty-story building.
If you looked down from a building that high, cars would be no bigger than matchboxes.
One could imagine the crushing pressure of such a Giant striding toward them.
Tang Changsheng was used to such sights, but Gu Junjie and Lu Rongguang both went pale.
"That's Di Gong? He's too..."
"That isn't Di Gong," Tang Changsheng said with a faint smile. "He's merely one of Di Gong's subordinates!"
Before he could finish, the Giant roared like thunder. "You there, foreign gods! Why have you come back? Didn't our Di Gong say that if you dared return, he'd wipe you all out?"
The Giant's eyes brimmed with loathing. To them, visitors from the Eastern Glory World