Yi Beidou could no longer perceive the uproar and chaos of the outside world. As the tendrils of his power invaded the portal, an immense suction pulled his consciousness into an unknown space.
This was a Saint Realm, like a sacred vista from a divine scroll. Across this realm, there were no concrete landscapes with any discernible, solid forms. Everything was a fusion of seven-colored light, as if a thick, ethereal filter had been laid over all of creation.
Merely by being in this environment, Yi Beidou felt his own power rapidly assimilating with his surroundings, as if he were about to become a part of this place.
Clearly, the Divine Light Power that Nina had used a short while ago originated from this very place.
