The moment he mentioned the words "Origin Realm," the enormous Origin Realm Core suddenly burst forth with countless rays of seven-colored light. The massive golden statues floating high in the air slowly turned, all facing Lin Guxing and his group.
The gray-robed man threw back his head and laughed. Amid his laughter, the section of the Origin Realm Core facing their defensive line split open with an exceedingly narrow crack. A seven-colored halo shot out, enveloping them all. A supple, gentle, yet irresistible force of attraction tugged at everyone, slowly drawing them toward the interior of the Origin Realm Core.
Even experts like Lin Guxing and Lord Cloud Nether, who had seen much of the world and encountered countless strange objects and ancient ruins, broke out in cold sweats at the existence known as the Origin Realm. Never mind seeing it—what they had just heard was already enough to send chills cascading down their backs. When they felt the attraction within that seven-colored halo, it seemed as though the sweat in their palms was about to turn into streams and drip away!
They were about to enter the Origin Realm itself, to enter the interior of this unfathomable Origin Realm Core that had sheltered humanity through countless cosmic kalpas!
A graceful sound rang beside their ears. It was the music of the heavens, the sound of planets turning, the thunderous roar of stars erupting, the wail of nebulae devouring one another, the silent howl of black holes greedily swallowing all things, the immense clamor of countless lives and countless civilizations rising and falling.
They seemed to see innumerable proud heroes falling amid flashing blades and clashing swords. They seemed to see countless beauties capable of toppling kingdoms reduced to ashes in towering infernos. This was humanity's hymn of praise, but