The Immortal Realm didn’t look all that special.
At most it meant a tiny bit stronger spiritual energy, the Dao more distinctly felt by an almost imperceptible margin, a few more treasures, things a little bit easier for absorbing immortal qi — and, very rarely, a sliver of chance to comprehend the primordial source of the Dao during one’s enlightenment.
When Wang Jixuan opened his meeting, he couldn’t help pushing his immortal perception out as far as it could go.
He found that a six-rank Yuanxian’s spiritual sense in the Immortal Realm could only extend for a little over twelve hundred li before thinning out so much that fluctuations in the spiritual energy would snap it apart.
Right now his immortal perception was dozens of times stronger than his spiritual sense had been before he crossed his tribulation.
Yet in the Immortal Realm his probing range had actually contracted.
This realm had existed since ancient times and was almost boundless.
It was full of powerhouses and populated by a hundred races.
Humans were not the unchallenged masters here; still, humanity was certainly one of the dominant races of the Immortal Realm.
—Although, inside the Immortal Realm, no being cared about such origins.
“Boss… boss?”
Mudan’s call snapped Wang Jixuan back from his perception scanning.