Starting from the eighth palace, Shen Zhui began to feel a sense of pressure.
The golden light emanating from the palace was no longer scattered but seemed to form a complete 'Essence of Gold' which encircled the palace. As Shen Zhui stepped in, it felt as if he was attacked by a complete Origin itself!
"A line of Origin of light? No, that's not right." Shen Zhui looked at the sea of golden light ahead, somewhat puzzled.
He had never heard of the Origin being manifested in such a way.
"If it's an external manifestation of the Origin... this space would not be able to handle it, it should be disintegrating inch by inch." Shen Zhui was filled with doubts.
When True Gods fought, they would shatter the void, let alone the existence of the level of the Origin.
It was like a lively fish bouncing on a block of tofu.
The fish swam freely, but the block of tofu that bore it showed no signs of damage whatsoever.