Some forces that had originally remained neutral or indifferent had quietly changed their attitude because of this "suddenly plumped-up cake" known as the Primordial World.
There were also some old antiques hidden in the shadows of history, exceptionally sensitive to concepts such as "world creation" and "ascension," who slowly opened their eyes sealed away for countless ages...
The storm was gathering on the horizon.
Even greater upheavals were about to sweep across the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds!
And at this moment.
Deep within the shattered secret realm of the Destiny Battlefield.
The Chaos Energy here had already grown so dense that it resembled boiling ink!
Gray-black currents of energy roiled and howled, letting out deafening roars.
Every wisp of Chaos Energy was as heavy as a mountain. Any current that swept past could crush an ordinary Saint into a paste of flesh!
Lu Chen sat cross-legged atop that enormous black rock.
The rock's surface was covered in cracked patterns.
From every crack, gray mist was being swallowed and exhaled.
That mist was actually fragments of the Chaos Laws!
If an ordinary cultivator could refine even a wisp, their cultivation would soar.
Yet around Lu Chen, those wisps of mist were like subjects encountering their sovereign. They only dared to linger in the distance, never daring to approach!
His eyes were closed.
His breathing was so long and faint that it was almost nonexistent.
His entire person was like a stone.
No.
He was even more deathly still than a stone.
But if a mighty expert of the Primordial Realm had been here at this moment—
They would probably have been scared out of their wits!
Beneath that seemingly tranquil shell, a terrifying power beyond description was transforming!
This was not a simple accumulation of energy.
It was a leap