Chaos

In the dense forest behind Ninth Peak, Chaos appeared, a savage and terrifying evil visage looming behind him, shaking hearts to the core.

The moment Yin'er saw the newcomer, her expression changed. Without a word, she turned and ran.

The man stepped forward, each step heavy. Beneath the moonlight, the eyes of Chaos's evil visage were chillingly sinister, like the greediest beast, choosing its prey and devouring it.

Across the peaks, the Four Disciples of Ink Sect had only just witnessed a vicious battle, and their minds had yet to settle. None of them noticed the sudden change on Ninth Peak.

On Message Peak, the Ink Lord returned to the Dao platform. At that moment, his gaze turned toward Ninth Peak, and a glint flashed through his aged eyes.

At the same time, within a dim space, a figure in black walked alone. The deathly still, cold world around him made one's entire body shiver.

Looking around, there was nothing in any direction. It was unnaturally quiet; not the slightest sound could be heard.

Ning Chen released his divine sense, watching for changes in his surroundings as he continued onward.

Within this warped realm of time and space, it was difficult to sense the passage of time. He walked for who knew how long, yet all around him remained silent, with no sign of life.

This strange space-time might have seemed unusual, but to Ning Chen, it was not unfamiliar. One could even say it was exceedingly familiar.

Chaos, phoenixes, Taotie... Mustard Seed Space within the belly. It was an innate gift possessed by some of the most supreme divine beasts of ancient clans. Among them, Taotie and Chaos excelled at it most of all, devouring all things and turning everything into themselves.

He kept moving forward, but no end