In an unnamed underground world, the gray-robed man spread his arms as though he wanted to embrace the Origin Realm Core before him.
The Origin Realm Core floating there did not move in the slightest. Dense, heavy dark-golden radiance, carrying the ancient aura of primordial chaos, flowed slowly from it like water. Bathed in that golden light, Lin Guxing and the others felt their entire bodies tightening. An inexplicable tension filled their hearts, making them want nothing more than to shout at the top of their lungs.
This was the pressure released by the Origin Realm Core—a pressure that acted directly upon the soul. It was the weight and desolation the Origin Realm had accumulated through countless cosmic calamities; the bloody, killing chill it had amassed after slaughtering innumerable source races across countless cosmic calamities; and, after sheltering humanity through countless cosmic calamities, the innate sense of closeness and reverence it had naturally left within human bloodlines.
As Lin Guxing and the others looked at the Origin Realm, it was as if they were looking at a dignified elder deep in slumber. They knew full well that this elder bore them no malice, yet they also knew that he possessed incomparable majesty and unimaginable great power. Even the most mischievous child would not dare act the slightest bit unruly before him!
In a sense, the Origin Realm was the nanny of the entire human race. It had sheltered humanity through countless cosmic calamities, raised humanity through countless cosmic calamities, and whenever humanity encountered all manner of colossal disasters, it ensured that the flame of human civilization was passed down. It was the Origin Realm that allowed humanity to endure the harsh trials of countless cosmic calamities and multiply into what it was today.
Gazing reverently at that enormous, inconceivably wondrous