Primordial!
Vast, boundless.
Desolate, where vegetation grows and all perishes into chaos.
It is one of the supreme worlds within the mythical cosmological system, and also one of the supreme worlds among all transcendental cosmological systems.
Knowing what this realm was, Ao's complexion turned alternately green and dark.
This world was truly too dangerous, especially since the time node at which Ao had intruded was extremely wrong.
Just moments ago, Ao tried to leave this world, but because of the battle between Pangu and the three thousand Chaos Fiendgods, the world barriers of this realm had already faded away while their strength had been elevated to the highest level. Now, leaving was simply something Ao could not achieve.
Unless one's power could surpass that of all the fiendgods currently engaged in slaughter, it was utterly impossible to shatter the void and depart.
Why did I come to this world!
This Chaos Mist is too deceptive.
In Ao's view, the Primordial World was simply a mass grave; becoming entangled here meant nine deaths and a lifetime of survival, especially since the intrusion node happened to be the moment of Pangu opening the heavens and splitting the earth.
When outside, wrapped in the Chaos Mist, Ao merely assumed the strength of this world was only at the Journey to the West level. Never did he expect it to be the primordial source world, which instantly caused Ao's heart to turn cold.
The strength of the three thousand Chaos Fiendgods was terrifying to the extreme.
The three thousand Chaos Fiendgods represented three thousand complete Dao laws.
The weakest Chaos Fiendgod possessed a cultivation base at the early stage of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
The strongest Chaos Fiendgods possessed strength comparable to the Primordial Sages, or even surpassing the Primordial Sages.
At this