The Spirit Mansion was completed, towering at one hundred and twenty zhang, magnificent and suffused with ancient aura, reminiscent of primordial wilderness.
The entire Spirit Mansion could be divided into three layers. The bottom layer was filled with myriad forms of life, some so rare that even Wei Yuan had never seen or heard of them.
The middle layer contained countless rituals, appearing and disappearing intermittently, manifesting the Great Dao of this world.
The upper layer was a realm of chaos, constantly transforming, as if it were the moment of creation when chaos was first broken and nothing had yet flourished.
The distinction between the upper, middle, and lower layers was clear, with meanings that progressed from one to the next, gradually moving closer to the Heaven and Earth Origin. The concept of this Spirit Mansion was astoundingly lofty.
What kind of True Spirit could possibly be worthy of such a Spirit Mansion?
