The words fell.
The elder in golden robes raised his hand with a wave, and the dark origin core suddenly lit up.
"Swish!"
A jet-black light surged forth, completely enveloping Jiang Ye.
The force of the Divine Soul pulled, causing the world to spin.
Jiang Ye felt his body lighten, as if dragged into another space.
Once he steadied himself and looked up, his pupils shrank suddenly.
This was a vast and deathly silent space.
There was no up or down, no direction, only endless darkness stretching to the edge of sight.
The air was filled with an ancient and oppressive aura, as if sealed for endless ages, never touched by anyone.
And at the center of this space, floated countless black steles.
The steles varied in size; some as large as mountains, others only human-height, each engraved with dense secret runes.
Some runes moved like dragons and snakes, exuding sharp Spear Intent.
Others hung like inverted Star Rivers, containing vast fluctuations of Law.
