Ye Xiwen stepped on a burst of lightning and shot straight into the passage, moving so fast that even those few powerful auras failed to catch him. It was as though he had vanished in a single instant.
"Who was that?" an ancient existence asked.
"No idea, but he carried a token for entering and leaving. Otherwise, he would have been rejected before he could even enter Origin Land. He should be some unruly junior!"
"The younger generation these days is more arrogant and overbearing than the last!"
"Hahahaha, what is so strange about that? We were no better than them back then. We, too, refused to bow to any authority and wanted to carve out an era of our own!"
"That is true. Ah, that was an era so long ago!"
After that, silence fell again. No one spoke further. Those old antiques sank back into cultivation; cultivation had practically become their instinct, and they cultivated at every moment.
Ye Xiwen charged into Origin Land and immediately felt an invisible pressure bearing down upon him. This world seemed faintly hostile to his presence.
He furrowed his brows slightly. His disguise could deceive the Heavenfolk, but it could not deceive this land itself. The laws of this world would automatically reject anyone who was not of the Heavenfolk. Naturally, it posed no fatal threat to him, but having a portion of his strength suppressed was unavoidable.
He did not possess the Heavenfolk's origin source, and that was unavoidable. Even now, things were only this manageable because he cultivated Sovereign Swordplay. Otherwise, the rejection would have been even more severe.
The aura of his Sovereign Swordplay could deceive the continent outside, but it could not deceive Origin Land, which was known as the birthplace of the Heavenfolk.
This world was simply