"Hadn't the powerful experts in that Chaos Land across from us, the one on the verge of shattering, nearly been wiped out?" Zhou Kailing asked in confusion. "It's precisely because they were wiped out that things became unstable."
"In every Chaos Land, the number of Sovereign-level experts is fixed. For one to rise, another must fall. Though that Chaos Land is dilapidated, once it is devoured by our Chaos Land, there will be at least one or two additional slots."
"You must know, among the thirteen great races at the Chaos Center, there is one Sacred Lord for each, and among the Primordial Gods and Devils, one Sovereign for each—one radish, one hole. If any one of them gains another Sovereign-level expert, they will surely become the strongest force in the entire Chaos Land."
"Given this situation, do you think things will be chaotic then?" Xu Fan said slowly. "Master, do you have a chance at that slot?" Xu Yuexian suddenly asked.
"You're overthinking it. Your master isn't even a Chaos Saint, much less qualified for that slot." Xu Fan smiled and shook his head. Hearing Xu Fan's words, all of his disciples wore disbelieving expressions. Even Zhang Weiyun, who trusted Xu Fan the most, looked at him doubtfully. "Believe it or not, then."
Three years later, Xu Fan, who was fishing by the lake, finally awaited the arrival of his good brother. "You've worked hard all these years while I was away," Xu Fan said earnestly.
"We're brothers. Don't say such formal things." As Wang Yulun spoke, he took out a Space Spirit Treasure and teleported it into the Sect Treasury.
"Have you stabilized things on Xu Gang's side? And why hasn't that avatar of yours returned yet?" Wang Yulun asked as he sat beside Xu Fan.
"My avatar