Common Knowledge of World-Realms and Spatial Worlds

"Transform? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Just hand it over already." Evan Yang couldn't help but laugh at such words. "I really can transform, so you'd better not push me," the man shouted at Evan.

Evan was stunned for a moment. Even as a joke, this was a bit much. He glared and said, "Are you handing it over or not?"

"No!" the man replied.

Evan had no choice and was about to seal him, when suddenly the man went wild—his hair grew longer, turning him into a savage.

"What the heck is this?" Evan was shocked.

"I told you I can transform." The man spoke while looking uncomfortable, as if it wasn't entirely voluntary. His hair kept growing, covering his whole body, and his strength soared.

Evan finally saw it for himself—the man really could transform, and his power was changing. Even his personality seemed to shift drastically.

He roared, "Kid, I'm going to eat you!"

"Eat me? We'll see if you actually have the ability!" Evan snorted coldly.

So Evan and the transformed man started fighting. The man's hair was soft and fine, but also razor sharp. Evan could only deal with it using a dagger.

Evan cut through all the man's hair one by one.

The man kept attacking Evan like a madman, but Evan kept using his dagger and soon managed to cut off all his hair.

The man's face reappeared in front of Evan, and his eyes gradually returned to normal. The hair retracted, and he sat there dazed. Just as Evan was about to wake him up, the man said, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Evan thought he was acting silly—after transforming, even his tone had changed.

"Thank you for helping me wake up," the man replied.

"What are you talking about?" Evan looked at him, puzzled.

The man explained, "Actually, I've had a kind of illness for a long time. Whenever I'm pushed too far, I turn into what you just saw. I get stronger, but my body feels terrible, and I lose control."

"You have such a weird illness?" Evan asked suspiciously, finding it hard to believe.

"Yeah, so thanks this time. Even though you forced me, you cut everything off and brought me back to myself." The man looked at Evan with an unusually sincere expression.

Evan asked, "Have you always been like this, since you were young?"

"Yeah, that's right. I've been like this since I was a kid. Nothing ever solved it, even after taking tons of pills," the man sighed.

Seeing his expression, Evan paused and said, "Are you just trying to act pitiful?"

"No, that's not what I mean. If you want, I'll give you everything," the man quickly denied, then threw out all his Immortal artifacts, offering them to Evan.

Now it was Evan's turn to be dumbfounded—did the guy hit his head or something? But he seemed normal enough. Evan hesitated and said, "Forget it, I don't want your stuff."

"Why not? Are they too low-grade for you?" the man said, a bit unhappy.

Evan's real intention was just to teach the guy a lesson, not to rob him like some bandit. So he explained, "You misunderstood. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Seeing you like this, forget it—not interested."

"Bro, you can't do this! I'll feel guilty. You have to take something," the man suddenly grabbed Evan's arm.

"You! Are you really forcing me to make a move?" Evan frowned as the man grabbed him.

"No, you're misunderstanding. I sincerely want you to take something," the man said.

This sudden change was too much for Evan, so he tried to leave. But the man kept following him everywhere, forcing Evan to stop and ask, "What do you actually want?"

"I just want you to help me resolve my guilt," the man said calmly.

Evan was helpless. He said directly, "You want to resolve your guilt, right?"

"Yeah, that's it," the man replied. "Alright, then are you familiar with the Earth-Immortal Newcomer Star System?" Evan asked.

The man nodded, "I know it."

"Good. In that case, I'll tell you a way to resolve your guilt," Evan said.

"What is it?" the man asked, excited.

"Tell me, where do Earth-Immortal newcomers from other places usually go after arriving in the Immortal Realm?" Evan asked.

"You want to go to those places?" the man asked, surprised.

"Don't worry about whether I'm going or not. Just tell me," Evan said.

"Come on, I'll take you there," the man said.

After thinking it over, Evan let the man lead the way. Evan followed him out of that place and soon arrived at another planet, where he watched groups of people entering.

"Why are there so many people?" Evan asked suspiciously.

"Of course. Every day lots of people enter the Immortal Realm, so they're naturally sent here," the man replied.

"A lot of people?" Evan was confused. In his home, it took ages for even a few to ascend.

"Yeah, since there are so many world-realms in this universe, people come from all kinds of places—big and small—so there are a lot of arrivals," the man explained.

"World-realms? What's that?" Evan asked, puzzled.

"You don't even know what a world-realm is?" The man looked at Evan suspiciously.

Evan wasn't too familiar with the Immortal Realm, so he paused and said, "Yeah, I'm really not sure."

"A world-realm is just a different space. Under the Immortal Realm, there are lots of small spaces. These spaces were actually created by powerful cultivators, but in the end, the strongest ones all ascend to the Immortal Realm. So the Immortal Realm is the gathering point for all world-realms," the man explained.

"World-realms? Spaces? Spaces created by powerful cultivators?" Evan couldn't believe it. The idea that his old home was just someone's space was a bit too much to take.

"Yeah, that's right. In this world, there are all kinds of spaces—big and small. The owners of those spaces are all powerful cultivators, basically the top figures in the Immortal Realm," the man said.

This news shattered Evan's worldview. He'd always thought these spaces just existed, not that they were created by people.

He was deep in thought, then asked curiously, "If these spaces belong to powerful cultivators, doesn't that mean there are tons of strong people?"

"You've misunderstood. Actually, lots of spaces can spawn new ones," the man replied.

"Spawn? What do you mean?" Evan asked, confused.

"It's simple. Every so often, a space will automatically generate another similar space—a so-called spawned space," the man explained.

Evan was stunned. Wouldn't that mean endless spawning?

"That's way too crazy," Evan said, still stunned.

"Yeah, exactly. So no one knows how many spaces there are, which is why seeing a few people arrive every day isn't strange at all," the man replied.

"Got it. So what do they come here for?" Evan asked.

"They come here to join a family, a sect, or get introduced to the family or sect they have in the Immortal Realm," the man replied.

"What do you mean?" Evan asked suspiciously.

"I mean, some big sects and families in the Immortal Realm leave seeds in certain spaces. 'Leaving seeds' means sending people to create families or sects, to supply elites for their main lineage, or for other purposes," the man explained.

"So that means you can go down to the world-realms?" Evan asked.

"You can, but it's strictly controlled. To enter another world-realm, you need the manager of that realm to open a special tunnel. Otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you can't find the realm's location," the man explained.

"That's pretty extreme. So if a powerful cultivator wants to leave, can't they just force open the space?" Evan asked.

"It's possible, but very rare. Most people enter through the realm managers, and every entry and exit is recorded, with time limits. If you stay too long, the realm will send someone to deal with you," the man continued.

Evan finally understood. Even if he wanted to return to his old place, he'd have to find the right manager, but right now that's almost impossible—he has neither the power nor the authority.

"Alright, you can go now," Evan said.

"I'm not leaving—I want to see," the man replied.

"See what? I told you, you can go now." Evan was starting to find the guy annoying—he'd already told him to leave, but he wouldn't go.

The man said, "Don't look at me like that. Even though you helped me with my guilt, I want to keep explaining."

"No need to explain," Evan said.

"No way," the man insisted.

Evan rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for you. I've got things to do."

"What is it? Maybe I can help," the man said with a smile.

"I want to know which world-realm I'm from. Can you solve that? Boring," Evan said offhandedly.

But the man took it seriously, "You're from one of those world-realm spaces too?"

"Yeah, that's right. What's up?" Evan replied.

"That's easy. Up ahead is a World-Realm Platform. It shows which realm each person comes from. Just do what they do—stand on it, and it'll automatically announce your realm," the man explained.

Evan asked suspiciously, "Is that for real?"

"That's right, just watch." The man pointed to the people ahead. Evan saw each person walk into something like a formation, and when they came out, they had a slip of paper in hand. Looking closely, Evan noticed the formation would announce a bunch of strange things.

Evan especially heard things like 'ordinary world-realm,' 'medium world-realm,' and 'powerful world-realm.'

"What are ordinary, medium, and powerful world-realms?" Evan asked, confused.

"You don't know? An ordinary world-realm produces one cultivator who becomes an immortal every ten thousand years. A medium world-realm produces one every thousand years. A powerful world-realm produces one every hundred years. So those who come from powerful world-realms are the elite—top targets for all the big sects and families," the man explained.

"That's wild," Evan said, shocked by the idea of one every hundred years.

"It's not wild at all. There are even crazier things—you'll see when you go up," the man said to Evan.