How Many Talents the Primordial World Held

Su Changqing had always felt that there was nothing ordinary about every one of the 300 Billion Chaos Worlds having a Death Abyss.

When the end of chaos came, everything, including the Chaos God-Fiends, was annihilated. Yet the Death Abyss remained.

The Death Abyss ran through every Chaos World like a thread piercing them all. Or perhaps it was a vine, with each world a fruit growing upon it.

Whenever a fruit withered, the vine remained untouched.

And when a Three Revolutions God-Fiend was born within a fruit, they could climb along the vine to another Chaos World.

It was a truth fraught with unspeakable terror, as though a pair of immense hands controlled it all.

Even Pangu could not have known. Only Su Changqing, who possessed the Life Script, had gained the faintest inkling.

"The Great Annihilation Force cannot be comprehended, but I'll leave these God-Fiends to you." Pangu fell silent for a moment, then frowned. "Do not take too long, though. The Jade Palace may only be a mid-tier faction, but it is extremely ancient."

Su Changqing nodded slightly and looked toward Kong Xuan, Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor, Great Serpent Demon, Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor, and the others. He said nothing, yet they all felt a chill crawl up their spines.

"Kill us if you mean to! Why say anything else?" Great Serpent Demon snorted.

"Why go that far? We're all from the Primordial World. By now, there's no need to draw lines between us!" Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor's face went pale, and he hurried to speak.

He knew just how ruthless Su Changqing could be—whether plunging into Ice Demon Tooth's belly or slaughtering several ancient Chaos God-Fiends outright.

"Fellow Daoists, please cultivate within my Changqing Realm!" Su Changqing's gaze was calm as a three-inch world appeared in