Gray currents of energy flowed through the chaos. Familiar power formed inside Old Ancestor Xuanbing, continually repairing his damaged body as he gradually refined the Icy Power contained within the chaos.
Gazing at the churning chaos, Old Ancestor Xuanbing said, "How did I end up in this outer chaos? Those damned bald monks actually had a strange magic treasure that could pass through the barrier of Taiji Hall."
Old Ancestor Xuanbing slowly recalled how he had released the Chaos Beast that was trapped. Randeng had then unleashed Great Magic Power, accelerating the golden Duer Boat to its maximum speed and sending it straight through the barrier of Taiji Hall before it vanished in a streak of golden light.
Old Ancestor Xuanbing was still bewildered about how he had ended up in the chaos. This was clearly the outer chaos where gods and demons were born, unlike the chaos surrounding the Three Realms. There was no time or space here; everything was an expanse of gray.
Old Ancestor Xuanbing continued cultivating in the chaos, but a strange feeling suddenly surfaced in his mind. Something about this place seemed peculiar. Something was wrong.
But what was wrong?
Old Ancestor Xuanbing pondered without stopping. He waved his hand through the chaotic energy, stirring it slightly. It wavered for a moment, then settled again.
A strange unease welled up inside him, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time. His Spiritual Sense took the form of a streak of light and drifted around him, but the chaotic energy slowly wore it away.
Old Ancestor Xuanbing knew this was the most terrifying kind of chaotic power. There was no time, no space, and no laws. Even the Spiritual Sense he had condensed with Great Divine Ability could only exist for a while. He