"Join you? Why don't you join me instead!"
Qi Yuan looked at the Void Realm Master before him, his expression calm.
Ahead, densely packed "gazes" each represented a powerful Yang Spirit.
The number of Yang Spirits far surpassed that of the Immortal Realm's Sixth Heaven.
The Void Realm Master wore an eerie smile. "Once, I was like you as well... and in the end, didn't I become a shadow within Black Heaven?"
"What is Black Heaven?" Qi Yuan asked.
"Do you see those three thrones? If you cross past us and meet those three thrones, perhaps you will learn what Black Heaven truly is!" The Void Realm Master's voice was strange.
At that moment, countless eyes turned toward Qi Yuan.
Those gazes were cold, merciless, fanatical, and obsessive.
Qi Yuan noticed countless black threads spreading through the darkness, representing disorder and chaos.
He had a premonition that if those black threads touched him, he too would become like the Void Realm Master—assimilated by Black Heaven and turned into a member of Black Earth.
However, the scorching white radiance emitted by Human Enlightenment Radiance kept those black threads at bay.
This also spared Qi Yuan from assimilation.
Qi Yuan looked toward the three thrones.
All the Yang Spirits seemed like fireflies, specks of starlight, while the three thrones seated deep within the darkness hung high in the sky like blazing suns.
Black Heaven Three Illusions, the third level of Yang Spirit—the World Creation Realm—were thrones born within Black Earth. They possessed neither intelligence nor true spirits.
The World Creation Realm?
Qi Yuan felt an inexplicable pressure.
The leap from the Myriad Things Realm to the World Creation Realm, the third level of Yang Spirit, was a threshold.
The World Creation Realm meant one could create living beings and create worlds.
Yet