At this moment, Beiting Huang, after passing through the chaotic currents between two spatial rifts, reopened her eyes and felt the difference in the space around her.
As expected of a demon god, even his Crown Tomb was a self-created space. Moreover, the flow of time in this space was clearly faster than outside. The higher the plane of space, the faster the time flowed.
Among the mountains, clouds twined around the peaks, the clear songs of birds chirped in her ears, murmuring springs flowed down from the mountainsides, rabbits darted through the underbrush, and the scent of immortal herbs and Spirit Fruits permeated the air. Not to mention anything else, just the rich Spiritual and Demonic Qi and the Spirit Fruits in this space were enough to drive anyone mad.