The Lower Heaven Realm.
It was a vast, majestic world.
So grand it could almost be called endless.
A sacred realm beyond the world.
Unmoving and majestic mountains floated in the empty sky like drifting islands.
Rivers made of starlight flowed through the heavens to shine softly as they twisted and turned.
The spiritual qi in the air was so dense that it gathered into tiny droplets that formed sparkling dew.
It stretched across the infinite reaches of the lower cultivation cosmos, divided and linked to the countless mortal worlds below by the boundless Eastern Sea.
This spiritual sea governed the flow of time between the Lower Heaven Realm and the Mortal Realm. Crossing it wasn't a matter of mere distance, but of time itself. The Eastern Sea's temporal expanse was infinite… so any cultivator who dared fly across without approved ascension papers would be doomed to wander the endless void of time until they turned to cosmic dust.
