Seven layers of the Spirit Realm.
Familiarly passing through pavilions, she traveled along the winding corridors. Probably at the twelfth corner, there was a small tea table.
The pavilion built on the corner faced a fountain, with several fish leaping and diving within.
Though the fish appeared small, here, the concepts of small and large were meaningless.
As long as one had enough power, a life in the Spirit Realm could expand to be larger than the sun or shrink to be less significant than a roadside pebble.
Only in the material world did size matter for judgment; here, clearly, it did not.
"So, what are you thinking about, or should I say, is there something even you don't understand?"
Choosing a spot to sit at random, Themis addressed the contemplative deity in black beside her.
In her memory, it was rare to see such a puzzled expression on his face; he usually seemed to have everything under control.
