Stepping through the archway, which shimmered with flowing light and seemed inlaid with fragments of countless worlds, Li Wuyang was hit by a wave of clamor and bizarre splendor. His vision blurred, and he found himself in a vast space beyond words.
The inside of the Myriad Realms Tower was far more incredible than it appeared from outside. The dome was not solid, but an endless, profound starry sky. Yet those "stars" were projections of slowly rotating worlds, like enormous screens reflecting the countless realms in real time: vast cultivation worlds filled with sword qi, fantastical continents where dragons soared, technological civilizations patrolled by starships, and primitive planes overflowing with savage auras... Countless lights and shadows intertwined, leaving one dazzled.
Beneath their feet stretched a vast platform paved with a strange, mirror-smooth material that was neither metal nor jade, extending beyond sight. All kinds of beings crowded the platform: hundred-zhang giants with rocky skin conversed in deep, booming voices; energy beings with radiant wings, like elves, drifted past; cyborgs of half machinery and half flesh hurried along atop bizarre mounts; there was even a puddle of conscious water and a dancing flame haggling with other creatures. The air was filled with the mixed scents of spirit herbs, magical potions, engine oil, and all sorts of unknown foods—or poisons—creating a peculiar "marketplace atmosphere of the myriad realms."
Elder Xuanji was utterly captivated, obsessively observing the formation runes flowing through the world projections overhead. Ling Xiao Sword Master gripped his sword hilt, battle intent rising toward several powerful auras from other worlds. Shadow Sword Immortal silently sensed the tangled shadows and karmic threads. Evira felt an unusual kinship with a giant tree station rooted in the void and radiating boundless vitality. Even when Xuan Qing's cold gaze swept across the scene, it