By the time Gu Hang realized that something was amiss, his response had been exceedingly decisive.
He severed contact immediately and ceased his observation.
However, intense pain still surged into his head.
Unlike a typical headache, this sensation felt more like his brain was on fire.
He instantly terminated the act of projecting his soul into the True Realm. In just an instant, his consciousness returned to the reality of his own physical body.
This made him feel much better.
Although the pain was still there, it did not intensify any further.
He gasped for breath, slowly calming the damage suffered by his spiritual energy. It took hours before the pain subsided to a tolerable level and he successfully regained the ability to think.
Clutching his head, Gu Hang realized that what he had just done was an act courting death.
Fortunately, he did not succeed.
Gu Hang indeed had been somewhat careless.
He had thought that after having controlled a part of the True Realm’s origin, he would be considered an ‘insider’ of the True Realm. Overconfident, he opened his eyes and tried to look up to get a glimpse of the general outline of the entire True Realm.
As a result, he got slapped in the face.
“You presume to consider yourself as one of us?”
The more ‘things’ he saw, the more ‘things’ turned to look at him. Some were small, broken, inconsequential. But those five significant ones, even the mere glimpse of their casual leaked auras, images, and information, were unbearable for Gu Hang as an individual.
That was the source of the searing pain that almost set his head on fire.
He had no doubt that if he had persisted out of folly a moment longer, he would have ended up either brain-burned or insane.
Of course, on the flip side, it could be considered good news: although Gu Hang had taken control of that part of the True Realm’s origin, since he had not fused with it and had not been fully accepted by the True Realm, he remained a part of the real world, a ‘human’.
However, having already paid such a high price and taken such a great risk, Gu Hang was not about to let himself gain nothing from it.
He began to carefully recall everything he had just seen.
Though it was only a fleeting glimpse, that scene had been deeply etched in his mind. Now, revisiting it, he began to analyze what each aspect of that scene represented.
First and foremost was the vast majority of that scene, a tumultuous and wild tsunami of innumerable colors mixed together, entangled, twisted, and rolling in absolute chaos. That must represent Hell’s Abyss, or, one might say, the primordial state of the entire True Realm.
Pure, chaotic, disordered energy. It was constantly being consumed and yet constantly replenished. The real world made use of it, and in return, it took its ‘toll’ from the real world.
Among those chaotic spots of light, there was a monotony of ‘solid colors’ existing. These lights varied in color and size, but Gu Hang could feel that these ‘places’ had an essence very similar to the ‘Storm God Kingdom’ he controlled.
Gu Hang speculated that these were in fact various Divine Realms, symbolizing different Subspace Inferior Gods.
These Inferior Deities could generally be divided into two categories: those that were independent and those that were subordinate to other gods.
Being independent did not necessarily mean being powerful; it might also mean being ignored by other dominants.
Like the Primal Fury Owl.
Its legacy, the Storm God Kingdom, was rather small compared to many other ‘Divine Realms’ Gu Hang had glanced at.
But no matter the Inferior Deity, whether independent or attached to other powers, none could compare to the four supreme gods within the True Realm, each possessing the largest ‘territories’.
Four… Gu Hang did not know their names, nor did he dare to know them.
Those four names were definitely not a secret. On the contrary, every being that entered the True Realm, no matter what it was, would be ‘kindly’ informed by the True Realm of the names of the four most frightening beings that should not be provoked in a world even more vast than the boundless universe.
But anyone with a bit of common sense knew that these names should never be known to mortals; even those without much sense but with a measure of spiritual energy would receive inherent warnings from their spiritual energy.
It was toxic knowledge. Knowing it meant one was not far from being captured by those four beings.
But Gu Hang had seen them.
Of course, it was not a direct sighting, but rather he saw the Divine Realms of these four deities, each draped in different colors.
One of them primarily in yellow-green, emitted a heavy atmosphere of corruption and despair throughout its region.
This feeling was somewhat familiar to Gu Hang.
He remembered.
About half a year ago, during the incident in Green Valley Province that almost escalated into a demonic disaster, the ‘Benevolent Father’ worshiped by the Nature Salvation Society appeared to be this deity; and the Great Unclean One that emerged later was also a subordinate to this deity.
Looking at it this way, Gu Hang had, in a sense, already interacted with this Benevolent Father.
Besides this Benevolent Father, there were three other Divine Realms just as formidable as his.
The second one was crimson, filled with the will of tyranny and destruction, as if there was a blood-thirsty tyrant seated on a brass throne, with mountains of skulls and rivers of blood beneath him. Experience tales at empire
The third one was purple, suffused with desire and confusion, with the repulsive yet tempting sounds of decadence emanating from luxurious palaces.