Before the words fell, he lightly tapped off with his toes, and the river of void stretching billions of miles beneath his feet instantly collapsed like smoke.
The Chaos Bead above his head suddenly blazed with brilliance, purple qi surging as a towering, majestic Dharma body rose from the ground and stood proudly at the heart of Chaos.
Where its pressure reached, the formerly deathly still Chaos abruptly boiled—Earth Fire Wind Water surged in disorder, astral winds scraped bone like blades, undercurrents coiled and strangled like pythons, and Chaos tides rose with a thunderous roar as every kind of killing intent erupted at once!
Light flame shot into the heavens, bleaching Chaos itself; explosions rang out without end, and the entire Chaos seemed like boiling water struck by a giant hammer, utterly churning and roaring.
"Ah, here it comes again... How many peaceful days had there been? Chaos is shaking again."
Sensing the violently trembling Chaos aura, Yang Mei sighed inwardly, full of helplessness.
"Can't Shichen settle down for even a moment? He stirs things up every few days. Really..."
Watching Su Yang's reflected figure within the mirror-image technique, he shook his head with a bitter smile.
Every time Su Yang entered Chaos, he could stir a dead pool into a raging sea—Chaos waves rolled like mountains, air currents roared like dragons, and the whole gray world trembled and howled beneath his feet.
As halos flowed, auspicious light fell like rain, spreading throughout the void.
Where it reached, golden lotuses bloomed one after another, swaying gracefully amid an unusual fragrance. Heavenly flowers drifted down in fluttering showers, carpeting the vast Chaos in an instant.
With a flip of his right hand, Su Yang held a precious sword that breathed silver light. His wrist sank, and the blade settled firmly into