A world without a world origin could not be called a world.
Not even a mystic realm could be called a mystic realm.
A mystic realm was a small heaven and earth of its own, and it too had an origin. The origin of a mystic realm was its creator.
If the creator died within the mystic realm, their body would nourish it in return, allowing the realm's legacy to endure through long ages.
After all, any being capable of carving out a mystic realm was treasure from head to toe. Their body itself was an invaluable treasure.
But if the creator died in the outside world, the small heaven and earth they had created—the so-called mystic realm—would not be able to hold on for long before collapsing.
And the origin of this mystic realm was already nearing desiccation. Once its origin dried up, the mystic realm itself would collapse.
How could a mystic realm on the verge of collapse have any surplus power to nurture living beings? The more Ye Lin looked, the stranger it seemed.
It was as though this mystic realm were shrouded in a veil of fog.
"Hm? Interesting."
At that moment, Ye Lin seemed to have discovered something. A smile curled at the corner of his lips, and then his body vanished between heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, thunderous booms had already begun to ring out within the mystic realm. One terrifying attack after another struck the earth until it trembled.
The Outer Realm Heavenly Demons had already clashed with the Human Race's experts.
The moment the experts on both sides saw one another, their eyes reddened. In an instant, every emotion surged into their hearts; it was hardly strange for battle to erupt.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin looked at the dynasty before him, then at the