It was an experience beyond words.
Han Li's body was enveloped by a gentle yet boundless pulling force and drawn into the silvery-white light at the center of the pitch-black portal. There was none of the spatial tearing he had imagined; it felt as though he were passing through a warm, thick curtain of water. Multicolored light and shadows streamed and shifted rapidly before his eyes, while countless blurred images, symbols, and fragments of laws flashed past him. A low hum filled his ears, as though it came from the friction of the membranes between realms. Spiritual energy far purer and more vast than that of the Human Realm, yet carrying an unfamiliar "weight," seeped in from every direction. It washed through his limbs and bones, even producing a subtle resonance with his magical power and Primordial Spirit... and a sense of pressure.
So this is... the aura of the Spirit Realm? Han Li was shaken. Just a wisp of spiritual energy leaking through made his Deity Transformation Middle Stage cultivation feel faintly loosened. Yet at the same time, he sensed an invisible restraint, as though the laws of the Great Dao governing this world were more rigorous and far loftier, with greater "capacity" for living beings-and greater "demands" upon them.
He dared not let his attention wander for an instant. With all his strength, he maintained the light of the Demon-Quelling Token in his left hand and the eight-pointed star pattern formed by the source power of the Primordial Magnetic Demon-Sealing Seal, which he channeled with his right. Like a faint "beacon" and "talisman," the pattern subtly aligned with the fluctuations of this temporary passage, shielding him from most of the spatial turbulence and guiding him forward.
He could feel how unstable the passage was, like a rope swaying