Hong Meng pointed at the plane tree and said, "The three realms are the human and demon realms, the immortal and demon realms, and the divine underworld. But the human and demon races are weak now, and there are not many of them. So I set up boundaries between each realm. Although the two races are in the same realm, they are separated from each other. The immortal and demon realms are the same, but no one from the lower realm has ascended yet, so there are no people inside, only some low-level divine races inside. "
"Oh." Shen Ying looked at the bare branches. "Why are there no leaves?"
"This is because the realms have just been divided, the human race has not yet flourished, and this small world has not formed the Three Thousand Realms." Hong Meng explained, "When the human race grows up, there will be more realms, forming the Three Thousand Realms. And if someone from the immortal and divine realms opens up a mystic realm, and is recognized by the Heavenly Dao, it can also grow into a world. "
"Then will it bear fruit?" Shen Ying asked.
Hong Meng stiffened, what kind of stupid question was that, don't really treat it like a tree. After a while, he laughed dryly. "Hehehe … Madam must be joking. How can it bear … "
"Oh, then what's that on the tree?" Shen Ying reached out and pointed to the middle of the two trees, where the leaves were the most luxuriant.
Hong Meng looked over, and saw that in the gap between the purple and gold, there was a strange red color, and a round object was hidden in the layers of leaves.
"There's … there's really fruit! B-b-b-boss! " Hong Meng was completely stunned, and looked around frantically, turned around and pulled Lonemoon, saying, "Boss, stop vomiting, look at the tree! Fruit … look, there's fruit! "
"What fruit?" Lonemoon really could not stand the two trees, and did not even look in that direction.
Hong Meng could only turn him around. "It's the plane tree! There's fruit on the plane tree … never, eh? " He stopped mid-sentence, and the next moment, his eyes widened. "Wait, Madam Shen Ying, why are you climbing the tree? Hey, that's the plane tree! Every leaf is a small world, not to mention the fruit. "
He subconsciously wanted to stop her, but it was too late, Shen Ying had already climbed up, her hand already reaching for the bright red fruit.
"Wait! You can't pluck that, the realm will collapse … "
With a plop, the fruit landed in her hands. She then turned to look at him. "What did you say?"
Hong Meng: "…"
Then, nothing happened!
"No … nothing!" Hehe, as long as you guys are happy, my heart is so tired! Why were the three of them so unreliable? He suddenly felt that the future of the two planes was bleak.
"Master." Chef, who had finally recovered from vomiting, walked over and helped the person down from the tree. He glanced at the fruit in her hand. "What is this?"
"I don't know. It's an apple, right?" Shen Ying looked at the fruit. "Why don't we eat it!" With that, she opened her mouth and tried to bite it.
Lonemoon snatched it from her. "Eat your sister! Eat!" He glared at her, thought for a moment, then took out a bag of pastries and stuffed it into her hand in exchange. Only then did he seriously look at the fruit in his hand. "This is obviously a space!" Moreover, it was a space even larger than a small world. The strange thing was that his divine sense could not enter it at all.
"This thing doesn't seem to belong to this plane." Yi Qing also sensed the otherworldly aura on the fruit. He frowned. "Why would it grow on the plane tree?"
"It doesn't grow on the tree!" Shen Ying suddenly spoke.
The two faltered. "What do you mean?" Didn't you climb the tree and pluck it?
Shen Ying looked down, then turned back to look under the tree. She picked something up and said, "It was tied to the tree."
The two looked and realized that it was a thin white ribbon. They could not tell what it was made of, but it was glowing slightly like moonlight. Lonemoon pulled it over and looked closely. He found that the ribbon was so light that it seemed weightless, just like real moonlight.
"This is also not something from our plane." Lonemoon's expression darkened. "Could it be that someone secretly tied this fruit to the plane tree when we were not around?" But the plane tree and the manager were connected telepathically. If someone did something, they should be able to sense it immediately. To be able to leave this behind without anyone knowing, the other party's ability was definitely not below that of a manager.
"It can't be another plane manager, right?" Were managers mass-produced these days?
"Father Niu, can I take a look at this ribbon!" Yi Qing said in a low voice. Lonemoon directly handed it over.
He looked carefully at the light on the ribbon. After some thought, he directly sent a bit of immortal Qi into it. In an instant, that ribbon floated up and turned into several rays of light. It slowly bent into a row of unfamiliar characters.
"This is … a message?" Lonemoon was stunned.
"It should be an invitation!" Shen Ying suddenly said. She stepped forward and reached out towards the white light in the air. Immediately, those characters were disrupted. In the next moment, those characters recombined into words that they were familiar with.
There was only a row of eye-catching big words written on it:
Sincerely inviting the two managers of the immortal spirit plane to join the plane alliance organization: Big Dao Organization! All managers of this organization look forward to your union.
Sincerely, greetings!
Big Dao Organization
Instantly.
"What is this?" Lonemoon frowned. "What does it mean?" A civilian organization of managers?
"Master, have you heard of this Big Dao Organization?"
Shen Ying replied as she ate her pastry. "I seem to have heard of it somewhere. I don't really remember."
"No matter what, this is specifically related to managers." Lonemoon guessed. "Could it be that plane management also has some related organization?"
"Yes!" Shen Ying said casually. "The administrative committee is it."
"What administrative committee?" The two were shocked.
"It's the Plane Managers Association!" Shen Ying said calmly. "Eh? Didn't I tell you before! "
Lonemoon: "…"
Yi Qing: "…"
Can you change your habit of saying things after the fact?! Can you still change it?
"Tell me about that administrative committee first!" Lonemoon took a deep breath. What was with this feeling of helplessness that he was already used to?
"It's not a big deal." Shen Ying stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth. Then she said vaguely, "It's just a non-official, informal association formed by managers who are familiar with each other. Unless there's a problem, they don't contact each other even if there's a problem."
"…" What was with this feeling that it was getting more and more unreliable? Since it was so trashy, then what was the point of building an association? Were they that bored?
"Basically, the upper planes and planes are completely independent, but sometimes there will be some small interactions between them." Shen Ying then slowly explained to them.
In short, it was related to plane transmigration. Sometimes, those people who entered other planes actually didn't mean to invade. They could just enter accidentally. For example, being pulled in by a plane storm, being trapped in a plane gap and so on.
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