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"Is this, the Divine Realm?"
Amidst the ruins of the Divine Realm's gates that filled the sky, Long Yi hovered above the universe, feeling the Divine Power pouring in from all directions. Accompanying the Divine Power came knowledge about this place.
The Divine Realm is divided into nine rings, and this is the outermost ninth ring, an existence akin to a prehistoric civilization.
A long robe automatically materialized on him. Long Yi had completely merged into one with his deity-like form, except he was still himself, just mysteriously donning a long robe.
Suddenly, in a corner of the space ahead, a strand of Divine Text emerged and flew towards Long Yi, who not only felt no malice from it but also a sense of familiarity.
When the Divine Text collided with Long Yi, it immediately melted away like a snowflake landing in the palm of a hand.
