Origin Realm

The Primordial Realm hung suspended in the void, heavy with the weight of the Dao.

Xuanxiao stood at its summit, his gaze piercing layer after layer of Chaos mist. A thought stirred in his mind: Time and space are hopelessly disordered in Chaos. I wonder whether my true self's avatar and Luohu's party have reached the Tomb of Gods World yet.

As his thoughts wandered, time passed quietly in the Human Realm.

In the lands of humanity, Western Qi prospered under Jiang Ziya's guidance. Its strength grew by leaps and bounds, and it had begun to surpass the other lords, taking its place at their head.

Di Xin had grown debauched and tyrannical. He had long since lost the people's trust.

Countless lords saw which way the wind was blowing and secretly sent envoys to pledge allegiance to Western Qi.

Yet Western Qi remained patient and concealed its strength, making no open move against the Shang Dynasty.

The reason was simple: the Shang Dynasty still held the legitimate claim to rule all under heaven, and its foundations remained deep. If Western Qi struck now, its chances of victory were slim.

But Western Qi was a dragon lying hidden in the depths. Once its moment came, it would rise and soar into the heavens.

With every faction holding the others in check and none daring to act rashly, the Human Realm enjoyed a rare spell of peace.

Just then, Xuanxiao's gaze sharpened, and a faint smile touched his lips.

"Interesting. It seems those lurking in the shadows couldn't sit still after all. They've sent someone to test us again."

Beyond the Primordial Wilderness's world membrane, undercurrents stirred in Chaos. A vast presence was approaching the Primordial Wilderness.

"They've come all this way. It would be rude of me not to take