Strange, Thirty Breaths

The great cauldron lay silent. Chu Mu stood before it, and the faint golden glimmer had nearly fallen silent as well. Yet before this square cauldron, it still occasionally revealed traces of agitation.

Beneath a wisp of Spirit Radiance Blessing, his gaze, deep as the night sky, was fixed completely upon the great cauldron.

How to break the power of Ethereal Ice, lift the cauldron's lid, and glimpse the unknown within had seized all of Chu Mu's attention.

At this moment, however, beyond this Ice and Frost World, within the Secret Realm, the already chaotic World Order seemed to have become ever more disordered due to the struggle for World Authority.

Rolling dark clouds stretched across tens of thousands of miles in the heavens, their end impossible to see. Roiling lightning formed a sky-spanning prison of thunder. Deep violet and ink-black remained distinctly separate, yet devoured and plundered one another, expanding and contracting.

Stirred by such utterly chaotic phenomena, this entire Secret Realm had nearly become a pot of porridge.

Mountain ranges crumbled, rivers flowed backward, mountain peaks hung suspended in the sky...

Countless phenomena that defied all reason played out without pause throughout this Secret Realm as the Heaven and Earth Order completely descended into chaos and collapse.

At the source of everything in this Secret Realm, amid the chaotic void at the Secret Realm's core, strange phenomena abounded as well.

Three figures stood within that chaotic void, each as towering and majestic as though holding up the heavens.

By all reason, faced with the determined efforts of two Nascent Soul Great Experts—both of whom wielded World Authority—not to mention someone who had fallen to the Golden Core Realm after Body Seizing, even another Nascent Soul cultivator would likely have found it difficult to resist.

And reality seemed to