However, in the eastern sky, an enormously large planet strikingly occupied most of the heavens.
The planet clearly displayed a vast sea of white clouds and a bluish-green, mysterious ocean, with occasional glimpses of continents peeking through the gaps in the clouds.
Zhao Sheng's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but groan, "Damn it! Where on earth have I landed? Is this really the Netherworld Ghost Realm?"
After gazing up and examining for a long while, Zhao Sheng gradually calmed his emotions, and the severe pain in his mind significantly lessened.
Upon sensing briefly, Zhao Sheng felt quite surprised; the concentration of Spiritual Energy outside this dense forest was significantly higher than the average in the Tianzhu Realm, almost reaching the outskirts of a First-rank Spirit Vein.
This place clearly was a Primitive Forest, and logically, the overall strength of the dominant race governing this world must not be underestimated.