When Wu Wang stood atop his divine statue's head, gazing in all directions, he had already completely forgotten the rules of Emperor's City he had just heard from the Mirror God's Divine Realm.
His divine statue was merely three hundred zhang tall, and the domain it radiated extended only several dozen li. This was a trivial distance for a True Immortal Realm Spiritual cultivator to cover with a casual burst of speed while flying. But the area Wu Wang now surveyed was already ten times the size of his own domain!
Although it currently seemed he was surrounded by the bleak divine realms of a dozen or so minor gods, sealing off any peaceful outward expansion, who was to say one of them wouldn't suddenly have a lapse in judgment and flee, carrying their divine statue with them?
