Chapter 1870 The Other Shore
"I am the will of the core world. Once I step into it, there shouldn't be much of a threat."
Zhao Yin murmured to himself, and once he thought of this, he no longer hesitated.
The next moment, with a thought, his Yin Spirit clone and the Corpse Demon Yin Spirit clone appeared beside him...
Immediately afterwards, the Yin spirit clone transformed into a wisp of white mist and disappeared into the King-level enchanted battle armor on his body.
Meanwhile, the Corpse Demon's Yin Spirit clone took over the second life space and continued to invest equipment into the world barrier.
Zhao Yin concentrated his mental energy and took out all the damaged god-level equipment and alien-specific god-level equipment stored in his spatial bracelet at once.
He concentrated all the god-level equipment into one point and put it into the world barrier.
Sure enough, the world barrier opened up as if a huge gap had been created.
A large expanse of gray, hazy space was revealed...
It's like a spatial passage!
Zhao Yin took a step forward and instantly disappeared into the gray mist...
"Master, no... that world doesn't belong to you...!"
"Master, it's dangerous there! It leads to the other side...!"
At this moment, the two baskets were tearing each other apart, but it was too late...!
Zhao Yin's figure has vanished!
Zhao Yin felt a sudden dizziness, and his body plummeted downwards. In his panic, white mist surged out from behind him.
He condensed a pair of wings from white mist and flapped them desperately, but still could not stop the suction force from below.
The next moment, Thor's Hammer appeared in Zhao Yin's hand.
Rumble!
Thor's hammer released the Thunder Domain, which slowed its descent somewhat.
Zhao Yin then noticed that within the hazy mist below, a myriad of colors were faintly shimmering.
As he fell, Zhao Yin gradually saw that it was an incomparably magnificent gate of a thousand colors.
His hair stood on end instantly, because the light gate gave Zhao Yin the feeling that it was formed by the convergence of endless laws.
He immediately tried to communicate with the core world, wanting to return, but suddenly his heart sank.
Zhao Yin discovered that he had lost his mental connection with the core world...
……
At this moment, in the core world.
The Corpse Demon's ethereal clone was stunned and lost in thought.
Everyone, contracted beasts, corpse demons, half-spirits, human demons... even ordinary animals...
Everyone was terrified!
"what happened?"
Zhou Lili, carrying Zhao Wuling, stepped out of the concealment tent and looked at the world around them.
The sky was still blue, and the wind still carried warmth... but in the eyes of all the extraordinary beings.
The world is filled with the rich power of rules, aside from water, wood, earth, metal, and lightning...
These five rules were suppressed by the five spirit wooden figures... and all the remaining rules were slowly fading away.
As rules fade away, the vitality of the world slowly disappears...
In the vast oasis, amidst countless crops, the leaves are visibly turning yellow...
At this moment, the five wooden figures desperately released their own rules, trying to save the world... but they could only suppress the rules they each governed...
"What happened? Is there something wrong with Zhao Yin?"
Tangtang flew into space, desperately searching for Zhao Yin's figure...
Even the black dragon's luster gradually faded, and Little Rope let out a mournful cry.
A rope slowly emerged from beneath the dragon scales...
It was as if the little rope was about to be forced out of the black dragon's corpse and return to its original mortal form... as if the black dragon's corpse was about to revert to its former appearance in the void...
Even the sun and the moon gradually dimmed...
……
At this moment, Zhao Yin was unable to communicate with the core world, nor with any living space.
He gradually calmed himself down.
Since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it; there hasn't been a fatal crisis yet.
Gradually, he saw the gate of light clearly, and for a moment, Zhao Yin was unable to describe its magnificence.
It seemed to be the sum of the areas of countless great worlds, yet it also seemed to be just an ordinary gate.
It's a feeling that's both mysterious and profound.
"Who could have created such a portal, and why... is it here?"
At this point, Zhao Yin was certain that this place was definitely not the core world.
It was not nothingness... He did not know why he had come to this moment.
I have no idea where this place is.
"To create such a magnificent gate of light, one must awaken thousands of laws of talent, and each talent must be top-tier!"
Zhao Yin felt it was completely impossible; even Er Gou back then probably couldn't have done even one percent of it!
It's more like an incomparably magnificent world, formed by the self-operation of its world will.
Where does the other side of the portal lead?
As he approached the gate of light, he gradually saw that it was also outlined with two large characters using the laws of a thousand colors: "The Other Shore!"
What is the other shore?
As Zhao Yin was puzzled, a violent suction force suddenly emanated from within the light gate, and in an instant, even the Thunder Swamp Domain became unstable.
Before Zhao Yin could react, he was sucked into the portal...
The next moment, there was no feeling of continuing to fall as Zhao Yin had imagined, nor did he enter some kind of spatial passage...
In an instant, he was on solid ground!
The surrounding gray mist disappeared...
It was as if it were nighttime here, and the laws of darkness meant that Zhao Yin's vision could only see the scene three hundred meters away.
Before me lay a small valley, surrounded by jumbled rocks and tall weeds...
The night breeze carried the power of ice.
This made Zhao Yin shiver involuntarily.
"Ancient ruins?"
Zhao Yin was puzzled. The density of the laws here was something he had only felt before in the Dream Shadow Space.
He looked back but did not see the Thousand-Colored Light Gate he had seen before. Instead, a dilapidated wooden door sat amidst the pile of rocks.
It's about the height of a person, and it looks mottled and broken, as if it would fall apart if touched...
The door frame stood there alone amidst the weeds, with no buildings behind it, and two dilapidated locust wood doors, tightly closed.
Two dilapidated door gods were pasted on the two broken doors. On the left, a dragon shadow could be vaguely seen... On the right, a corner of the door god was missing, and a large white-furred tiger with black stripes could be vaguely seen...
“Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right!” Zhao Yin murmured.
He was increasingly surprised; this was the first time he had ever seen such a door god.
However, posting door gods is a unique tradition of the Great Xia civilization. Zhao Yin has traveled to many worlds, and he has rarely seen them posted, not to mention alien races, even among humans.
There was a tattered couplet on the door frame, and Zhao Yin murmured: "That mountain is fortunate to bury loyal bones!"
"No other shore can accept the souls of heroes!"
Alas!
As the words left his mouth, a deep sadness suddenly welled up in Zhao Yin's heart.
This sorrow, I do not know its cause, it seems to come from the blood, an indelible gene of sadness.
At this moment, Zhao Yin seemed to forget what time it was, and he also forgot where he was...
In his heart, all that remained was sorrow.
It's incomprehensible, the reason unknown... yet it's so clear.
He understood that this place must be related to the ancestors of the human race; it was a place of mourning!
