"Lately, I've suddenly felt like going out for a walk and taking a look around the Primordial World. Are you coming?" Su Yang lowered his head to look at Feng Yanran, who was leaning against his shoulder. His voice was lazy, with a hint of teasing.
Feng Yanran's eyes lit up. She naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, turned over, and straddled his lap, grinning like a little fox that had stolen spiritual honey. "Sure! We've been cooped up in the Path of Primordial Beginning all these years. My bones are practically rusted. This is just the chance to stretch them."
Su Yang curled his lips into a smile and lightly tapped the void with his fingertip. A Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud formed at his command. As the rosy light shifted, the two of them had already risen into the air, speeding toward the depths of the vast Primordial World atop the cloud.
The Primordial World was boundless. Innate Spiritual Roots grew everywhere, and rare treasures lay scattered across the land. Opportunities were everywhere. At this time, not long after the world's creation, the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity had just passed, while the war between the Wu and Yao Races had only just begun. The true storm was still brewing in the distance.
Feng Yanran leaned against Su Yang's chest and gazed at the mountains and rivers rising and falling beneath them. Her expression was somewhat wistful. "The Primordial World is indeed magnificent, but there's slaughter everywhere. Every day, people fight to the death over a spiritual treasure or a cave dwelling. Only a place like the Path of Primordial Beginning can truly be considered a pure land."
Su Yang glanced sideways at her and said calmly, "You're wrong, Yanran."
"Hm?" She raised her face, her eyes filled with confusion. "What did