The vast amount of information brought by the [Chaos Primordial Seed] gradually settled within Zong Shen's consciousness.
He stared at the grayish-white seed hovering above his palm, its patterns profound and mysterious, and felt the nearly limitless potential contained within it.
This was not a divine artifact that could immediately display combat power, yet it suited the path beneath his feet far better than any sharp blade.
That path was the Chaos God Path.
Chaos itself was the authority of creation and evolution.
With a slight stir of his thoughts, he carefully stored this supreme seed deep within his divine spark.
He slowly nourished it with his newly born chaos divine power.
An unusual connection was established as a result.
The seed lay dormant in silence, like an immortal heart waiting to break through the soil.
After finishing all this, Zong Shen raised his head and looked beyond the domain of the [Eye of the Cold Abyss].
The scene outside was no longer one of eternally frozen darkness.
Grayish-white daylight was stubbornly seeping in through the cracks.
At first, that light was not dazzling; it even carried the pallid feeling of having survived a disaster.
But it was undeniably light—the dawn that dispelled the haze of eternal night.
Then, Zong Shen heard a sound.
It was the sound of the wind. Though still bitterly cold, it no longer carried the stench of death and decay.
The Northern Frontier wind howled through the cracks, bringing with it the true breath of the outside world.
Zong Shen saw the eternal night receding.
He could feel the oppressive dark canopy that had shrouded the entire Northern Frontier continent for countless ages rapidly collapsing and dispersing, like a heavy curtain being torn apart.
In its place came the newborn dawn brought about by the