The ancient mountain range, with lush ancient trees, was vibrant with greenery. Though there was an air of wilderness, it was more harmoniously peaceful and tranquil.
It lacked the sinister aura that settled over the Desolate Wilds through eons of slaughter; the entire space pulsated with majestic vitality, akin to a paradise many human tribes yearned for.
This was the Secret Realm that Bu Canghai had seen!
The Secret Realm was not large, merely a hundred li in size, filled with green grass and fresh flowers, brimming with life at every corner.
Atop a Green Hill no higher than three hundred zhang, a meandering river flowed past, with neither source nor end—it simply extended into the chaos at both ends of the Space Secret Realm.
Gazing across, while the entire space was not uniformly flat, based on the terrain, patches of farmland had been cultivated, where sprouts of green tender shoots sporadically poked their heads out.
