The moment before the cosmic spirit root was taken away.
Emperor Chaos's corpse was vast as a continent, floating beyond the cyclic spacetime formed by the cosmic spirit root. The situation was extraordinarily strange. It was as though he existed in a different spacetime from Su Yun, the Reincarnation Saint King, and the others, yet he was also within the spacetime they occupied. He simply could not touch anything in that spacetime.
The spacetime where Su Yun stood surrounded him like a dream bubble, illusory and fleeting.
This was what it meant to leap out of reincarnation, free from its disturbance and influence. For Emperor Chaos, he could quietly watch everything that happened within reincarnation. Naturally, he could not enter reincarnation and interfere with anything occurring there.
"Brother Seven Apertures." Feng Xiaozhong, the foreign Dao God who had captured Su Yun time and again, walked out of reincarnation and paid his respects to Emperor Chaos.
At some unknown point, he too had leapt out of reincarnation and entered this strange spacetime. Behind him floated a palace composed of Dao.
Emperor Chaos sat up, glanced at the Dao Palace behind him, and seemed deeply wary of it. His voice rumbled. "As one already dead, it is inconvenient for me to offer full courtesies. Dao Venerable Feng, please forgive me."
Feng Xiaozhong's gaze was strange as he scrutinized him from head to toe. Emperor Chaos's heart turned cold. He knew Feng Xiaozhong was exceedingly dangerous. He had always lacked any sense of right and wrong, any moral compass; familial affection and friendship meant very little to him.
His previous life had been Feng Xiaozhong's best friend, yet Feng Xiaozhong had still studied him. If Feng Xiaozhong made a move against him, he truly had no power to resist!
After observing him for