It was a pressure accumulated over countless ages—indescribable in words, one that made people feel insignificant from the depths of their souls.
Ye Lin's gaze continued to move.
Farther away, he saw an enormous palace.
It was a palace more magnificent than every other structure, taller than every statue.
The palace's foundation was an inverted conical mountain, hanging upside down in the Void, its peak pointing downward and its base upward.
The palace stood upon the mountain's base, like a massive crown set atop the mountain.
The palace walls were golden, yet not the gold of ordinary bullion, but a deeper, weightier shade of gold, as though it contained some ancient wisdom.
The walls were covered in murals. Their contents could not be seen clearly, but certain patterns could vaguely be made out.
There were wars, sacrifices, the birth and destruction of stars, the rising and falling of worlds.
The palace roof was round, like an immense dome.
Countless gemstones of different colors were embedded in the dome, arranged into an intricate pattern.
The pattern slowly rotated. With every revolution, a beam of light shot from the dome into the depths of the Void.
The palace's main gates stood open.
They were two enormous stone doors, each dozens of zhang tall.
Two characters were carved upon the stone doors. They were not any known script, yet the instant Ye Lin saw them, their meaning automatically surfaced in his mind.
"Dao Sect."
The instant those two words entered his mind, Ye Lin felt a powerful force surge from the stone doors. Like an invisible giant hand, it seized his consciousness and tried to drag him toward them.
He steadied his mind and forced that power back.
"What's going on?"
Regaining his senses, Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked