Even with his current level as a Cultivator, upon stepping onto this long bridge, he still felt an uncontrollable sensation.
At the other end of the bridge, five black vortexes of varying sizes appeared. Clearly, these vortexes were supposed to lead to the Primeval Realm, and the smallest vortex should allow Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage to enter, while the largest vortex naturally was prepared for those at the Golden Immortal Realm.
Cao Zhen, along with the True Immortals of various races, were uncontrollably drawn toward the second largest vortex.
Then, a sense of dizziness and weightlessness came over him.
Yet it was merely for the span of a breath; after that, he felt the solid earth underfoot, regaining his clarity.
Beneath his feet was no longer the long bridge, but a lush grassland.
"Is this the Primeval Realm? Or the sinister outskirts of it?"
