Chapter 81 An Attempt

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.