Chen Xuan felt the newborn chaos power within him, like a swordsman who had just acquired a peerless blade and kept tracing the patterns along its length.
His original world power and Divine Body laws had already fused into chaos power, and the Minor Thousand World within him had become a Chaos World.
Everything within the Minor Thousand World vanished.
Now, only the purest chaos energy remained. Yet Chen Xuan's strength had increased rather than diminished, making him even stronger than before.
He raised his right hand and lightly swept a fingertip forward.
A hair-thin ray of chaos-colored light slipped from his fingertip, silently slicing open the space before him and leaving a pitch-black fissure the length of a thumb. Its edges were smooth as a mirror, and it lingered for several hours before slowly healing.
As Chen Xuan watched the fissure heal, his pupils contracted slightly.
Even an ordinary fourth-layer Saint in the World Realm might not leave such a lasting fissure in the Immortal Realm's void with an all-out strike. He had merely flicked a finger, without even calling upon a tenth of his power.
The might of the Chaos Body far exceeded his expectations.
If he struck with his full strength, the resulting spatial fissure might not disappear for days.
The Immortal Realm stood half a rank above a Middle Thousand World.
In a Middle Thousand World, Chen Xuan's strength might leave a spatial fissure that would persist for years, or even more than a decade.
"It's time to condense my Divine Godhead."
Chen Xuan rose and flew toward the outside of the Immortal Realm.
By now, he had not only cultivated the Primordial Dharma Body to perfection, but had even fused it with his Saint Body, transforming it into the higher-order Chaos Body.
To condense his