A hidden place, an ineffable land of primordial chaos.
The sky was a murky gray, so ancient that one could not see one's hand before one's face.
This place was just like the age of gods and demons at the beginning of Taichu, when heaven and earth first opened.
Wrapped in the will of all living beings, Mu Chen's true body stepped into this place. His expression was calm, but his steps soon grew unbearably heavy, as if he were wading through mud, unable to make any headway.
After all, he was not a being of this plane. The plane's will instinctively resisted and rejected him.
Suddenly, great clusters of prayer-light swept out from his body. Scenes appeared in midair: him leading the main plane's army to conquer Blood Demon Mountain and reclaim the Sacred Dragon Continent.
With a single finger, he had slain the Blood Demon Emperor, swept away the demons, and purified the world.
His deeds as a savior appeared like scenes flashing past on a galloping horse.
Mu Chen could feel the plane's will growing less resistant, less rejecting. It was even becoming a little more welcoming, a little more accepting of him.
Ripples stirred through the air, and folds formed out of nowhere.
Countless strands of Chaos Light gathered beneath his feet, revealing an ancient, mysterious sea of chaos, brimming with endless vitality and vigor. It was the pulse of the Plane Origin.
At the center of the sea of chaos, a vortex took shape, and a thousand-zhang ball of light rose upright.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The mysterious ball of light, rich with Chaos Light, was just like the heart of a living being. Each beat made the entire chaotic land tremble, its fate bound to its breath.
Mu Chen had been searching for the Plane