Beaten Up for Hundreds of Thousands of Years-Every Word Is a Tear!

Bai Yu felt some regret over this, but he was not particularly indignant about it.

As for the Primordial World, Bai Yu had always regarded himself as a passerby, treating it as nothing more than scenery along his journey.

Bai Yu had never intended to take control of the Primordial World.

Thus, aside from feeling utterly speechless at the Primeval World's classic case of squandering an excellent hand, he could only laugh it off.

In contrast, the Great Thousand World Qing Hong came from contained thirty-six complete Great Daos and was unquestionably a top-tier Great Thousand World.

But that was all. Whether in terms of foundation or potential, it was not even worthy of carrying the Primordial World's shoes!

Of course, Qing Hong did not know this.

Although he was a Thirtieth Order Great Dao Controller, with knowledge and insight that ranked among the very best throughout the myriad worlds,

even so, there were still things he did not know.

Bai Yu merely had a broader perspective. It was nothing remarkable.

While discussing and chatting with Qing Hong, Bai Yu was also absorbing Qing Hong's knowledge and experience.

Qing Hong's travels through the endless Sea of Chaos of the myriad worlds over tens of thousands of epochs were exceptionally valuable experience.

When it came to understanding the endless Sea of Chaos of the myriad worlds, Bai Yu was far inferior to Qing Hong.

Fortunately, Qing Hong seemed to want to befriend Bai Yu—or rather, he did not wish to become enemies with him. Thus, he held nothing back and told him everything he knew.

After all, such knowledge and experience were not that important in the end.

Qing Hong had merely lived for tens of thousands more epochs.

Bai Yu and Qing Hong chatted like old friends reunited after a