There were countless types of spaces separated from the main plane.
Some were small and insignificant, born from magical arrays or Qi. Others were huge and powerful, natural existences carried only by a fraction of cultivators, even in the Celestial Heaven.
The Mind World was a great example of the latter, as was this place.
However, this particular one was not called the Mind World, but rather the Divine Realm.
Golden clouds made up its sky, along with endless flying islands that joined the sky.
The weather in that place was always perfect, and the animals were peaceful.
Unfortunately, things had changed. Now, on one of the most remote islands, some figures could be seen.
Well, to say just "some figures" would certainly be to underestimate them.
There were a hundred of them. Like armored angels, they were over three meters tall and protected by pure golden steel.
On their backs, long white wings could be seen, flapping softly and elegantly.
