The spherical craft carrying Hao Ren and the others steadily approached the enormous pale-purple rift. As they drew nearer, the rift's scale gradually revealed an astonishing sense of oppression. It was like a terrifying scar stretching across the fabric of space. The spatial barrier once torn apart by the Demon Hunter's light cannon still looked horrifyingly conspicuous. On both sides of the rift, which extended for hundreds of kilometers, were countless irregular, razor-sharp lines. The warped space caused starlight from afar to form chaotic streams of light around the opening. Within the rift floated shifting radiance and images that seemed both real and illusory, while the scenery of Asgard was faintly visible behind them.
Descending into the rift felt like plunging into a bottomless abyss. The twisted, chaotic streams of light formed cliffs stretching ten thousand yards along either side. Hao Ren felt the craft beneath his feet rapidly dropping, while the scenery outside grew increasingly bizarre and eerie. He looked up and saw the last points of starlight in the universe swiftly swallowed by a layer of mist that had come from nowhere. As the thick fog gradually closed, the group finally plunged completely into Odin's Divine Realm, which had been lost for more than two thousand years.
Half a minute later, clusters of floating points of light began to appear around the spherical craft.
At first, there were only a few of those floating lights, but they quickly gathered into swarms, circling and dancing around everyone like fireflies on a summer night. In the next moment, the lights turned into flames and storms stretching across the sky. The craft seemed to have plunged into a massive fire tornado and became impossible to control. Then the fire tornado transformed into thunder and lightning filling the heavens, into rivers hanging