The Immortal Realm was a very mysterious place for practitioners who had never had a chance to visit it. It was a hopeful and legendary world. But for Zhou Bao, it was not that mysterious. After flying through the Immortal Realm for a while, he suddenly came to a halt. His expression turned curious.
It was not hard to pass through the gate and penetrate the cloud of pneuma behind it. He had done it in just a second. The first thing he had seen was a mountain, a huge, towering mountain. There were actually several of them, each about 300 kilometers high. Zhou Bao looked like a tiny bug fluttering among the endless mountains.
The Immortal Realm was extremely vast and boundless, way beyond his imagination.
