Han Zhan Bowed His Head, Luo Chen's Confidence to Roam the Demon Sea

The Gray Cauldron glimmered with a hazy spiritual light.

Nine fire dragons, each radiating an aura that seemed capable of devouring everything, eyed a space within the cauldron like tigers stalking prey.

Luo Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, braced as though facing a formidable enemy. He had gathered his Mana to its fullest, and Azure Flame shrouded his right hand, ready to unleash an earth-shaking strike at any moment.

Outside his Consciousness Sea, a black chess piece cast a misty dark halo that wrapped it tight.

His eyes stayed fixed on the Primal Chaos Cauldron, spiritual light blazing within them. Flowers in a mirror and moons in water rose and fell as light and shadow flickered without cease.

No wind had risen, yet his robes already snapped and billowed.

The sight truly lived up to the aged voice's remark from inside the cauldron: "Quite the formation!"

One could imagine how terrifying it would be if Luo Chen struck.

Especially since—

His intended enemy, Han Zhan, was trapped inside his Natal Magic Treasure.

The time, the terrain, and the people were all on Luo Chen's side. Even Han Zhan, once an exalted Nascent Soul True Person, had no choice but to bow his head.

Hearing Han Zhan's rueful laugh, Luo Chen did not lower his guard.

Or rather, one could never lower one's guard when dealing with any Nascent Soul True Person.

He replied calmly, "I'm not making a mountain out of a molehill. I have no choice. I ask for your understanding, Senior Han."

Silence held within the cauldron for a moment.

Then came a helpless voice.

"I understand."

Indeed, their positions had been turned upside down since the Founding War.

Yet Luo Chen did not hold an absolute advantage in cultivation realm.

Under such circumstances, any degree of