Zhang Fusheng raised his eyes, seeing only a desolate and barren landscape that defies description.
This is...
Shen Baobao's Divine Realm?
Her grand figure floats above the Divine Realm, towering heaven and earth, akin to an ancient titan,
at this moment gazing, overlooking, everything bleak and desolate.
Accustomed to the prosperity of his own Divine Realm, the arrival in another's Divine Realm makes him somewhat uncomfortable—to think about it carefully, too.
Shen Baobao's Divine Realm, filled only with desert and wasteland, is the true nature of a Divine Realm.
Like his own, apparently already a small Three Realms' Divine Realm?
Throughout the world, likely few share this.
"Above High Heaven, Eight Sceneries Palace, the seventh seat Shen Baobao, pays respect to the Tao Ancestor."
A slightly trembling voice rises,
Shen Baobao stands within her own Divine Realm, facing an immensely towering being, herself as small as an ant—no, even less than an ant.
