His gaze pierced through the roiling currents, landing directly on a towering willow standing in the darkest depths of Chaos. Its roots twisted like claws, burrowing deep into the Chaos Origin as it greedily devoured the Chaos Qi.
Gray-black threads, like poisonous veins, coiled around the trunk and raced across its enormous body. A savage, bone-deep crack ran across the main trunk, nearly cleaving the entire Willow Tree in two!
This tree was none other than the Chaos Demon God who wielded the Authority of Space—Great Immortal Yang Mei.
A colossal face slowly emerged upon the tree trunk. Deep grooves covered it, all of them natural tree markings. Two long willow-leaf brows drooped down into the Chaos Abyss below.
That aged face gazed into the distance, its brows tightly furrowed as if bearing the worries of countless ages.
"Chaos has been peaceful for far too long. What caused this disturbance today?"
Before his voice had faded, radiance suddenly flowed across the tree. A huge jade-green leaf drifted down, and amid curling clear qi, transformed into a willow-browed Daoist. Willow patterns were embroidered on his Daoist robe, its sleeves billowing in the wind. His immortal bearing was outstanding. With one step, the surrounding Chaos currents retreated in all directions as he shot straight toward the center of the disturbance.
At the same time, Zixiao Palace, which had been lying dormant in the depths of Chaos, suddenly manifested.
That ancient and profound palace seemed to bear the hidden veins of Heaven and Earth at the moment of its creation. Strand after strand of abstruse maxims moved between the beams and pillars like living things, while countless talismans overlapped layer upon layer, flowing with an aura from time immemorial. On the high platform, a figure silently appeared—
It was precisely Dao Ancestor Hongjun,