Outside the cage, what lay before Ethan Smith was an endless stream of divine light, massive rays intertwining.
Forming a blinding world, Ethan Smith's divine sense was suddenly stricken with blindness in the glaring radiance, gradually recovering after some time.
In front of him were eighteen enormous kingdoms.
Eighteen kinds of divine light in various colors emanated from the outskirts of these kingdoms.
These eighteen kingdoms were shrouded in a mysterious veil, seemingly floating in mist, hazy and indistinct.
From afar, Ethan Smith could only see outlines and shadows, unable to accurately discern their true form.
They seemed to exist on the border between the real world and dreamscape, no matter how Ethan Smith strained his divine sense, he couldn't fully capture the clear details.
Ethan Smith's body shook uncontrollably, every pore of his body felt fear from the aura these kingdoms radiated.
It seemed a mere brush against this power would turn his body into ashes.
