Ye Xiwen instantly passed through the seal. The moment he crossed it, a towering force descended from above, seeking to suppress him. But immediately afterward, another terrifying power enveloped him, resisting the force pressing down from the seal.
It was an unimaginably powerful force—the power of a Celestial Race Emperor. It came from some unknown place, contending against the seal and even damaging it.
When Ye Xiwen appeared, he found himself in eternal darkness. He stood at the edge of an incomparably vast continent, one that stretched without end. Even the Heavenly Realm among the Myriad Realms was not one percent as large as this continent.
At the continent's edge lay endless chaos, a hundred or even a thousand times more violent than any chaos Ye Xiwen had ever seen.
Everyone knew that countless worlds existed within boundless chaos, like continents floating upon the sea. The regions of chaos closer to a world became increasingly stable due to the existence of that world and its laws.
The farther one was from a stable world, the more violent the chaos became, like the raging deep sea far from the mainland.
Judging from this chaos, they had absolutely traveled an unknown distance away from the Myriad Realms. Without that seal, Ye Xiwen would not even have been able to sense the existence of the Myriad Realms.
To create such a continent amid this violent chaos and maintain it was not something an ordinary person could accomplish. It was not even something a single Emperor could do; it required several Emperors working together.
At the edges of this continent, powerful laws and energies guarded it, keeping the endless chaos from swallowing it whole.
This was also a grand power that only Emperors could wield.
This was where the Celestial Race dwelled on the