At the shattered border of Chaos Land, a majestic figure stepped out from the developed region of chaos. "Welcome back, Holy Lord!"
The Nether Race Second Saint led the Nether Race Elders in greeting him at the border.
The Nether Race Holy Lord first frowned slightly, then his gaze grew ever colder. The aura around him made the Nether Race Elders tremble all over. "It seems that many things happened while I was gone."
"You were actually reduced to such a sorry state by a Chaos Saint of the Human Race." With a single sentence, the Nether Race Second Saint and the Elders felt as though they had fallen into an abyss.
"Even now, within the river of Nether Race destiny, there are still seeds left behind by that Human Race Chaos Saint. You've done wonderfully!"
The pressure emanating from the Nether Race Holy Lord grew heavier and heavier. The Nether Race Elders kneeling in Chaos Land had already begun burning their Origin Essence to withstand it. "Holy Lord, that Human Race Chaos Saint's Chaos Great Dao is far too unorthodox. It is very troublesome to remove, which is why we wasted some time. It will not happen again." The Second Saint spoke with a resolute expression.
"Remember those words."
The Nether Race Holy Lord restrained his aura somewhat.
At that moment, Xu Fan was leisurely cultivating while rocking in a recliner in the Hidden Spirit Sect's Small Courtyard when he suddenly sensed a gaze through karma. Look all you want. If your gaze can settle within the Three Thousand Realms, I lose. The corner of Xu Fan's mouth curled up slightly.
Just then, an enormous body, like the lord of chaos itself, appeared beyond the Three Thousand Realms. Xu Fan narrowed his eyes, and his consciousness directly descended into