The moment Wei Yuan stepped through the Gate of All Realms, he felt an obvious rift and rejection, as if every part of his body was about to separate, turning him into a humanoid creature formed from a handful of scattered sand.
The last time he entered, this feeling was not so clear and intense. Wei Yuan realized that it was actually the black-robed woman transformed by the Three-eyed Bird Head who had blessed him, allowing him not to face the power of this world directly.
Standing on this gray-black land, desolate and vast, all that met his eyes were scenes of deathly silence. The heavenly light was dim, indistinguishable between day and night, and the distant mountains lay like winding dragons coiled upon the earth. Now, Wei Yuan's divine thought was much stronger than the first time he came, allowing him to see more of the mountains' full appearance.
