A Rare Calm

When Lu Chong returned to his tranquil, peaceful cave abode, he could not help but feel as though a lifetime had passed.

Over the past few years, he had spent most of his time guarding his territory in the Purgatory Universe. Then came the chaotic battle for planets, followed by the even fiercer struggle for Dao seeds.

All of it had been for the sake of entering the Dao as soon as possible and gaining a firm foothold in this Primordial Chaos Universe.

Beyond the inner drive to continually strengthen himself and pursue higher realms, Lu Chong had pushed himself so relentlessly in order to resolve the crisis facing the Sacred Hall Alliance in his native universe.

That pressure had kept Lu Chong treading on thin ice all along, never daring to slacken in the slightest.

After all, if not for the Sacred Hall Alliance's support and its all-or-nothing gamble on him back then, he would never have had the chance to come to the Primordial Chaos Universe.

Only now could he finally let out a small breath of relief.

Entering the Dao and joining the inner sect were already certainties.

And once he entered the Dao, the crisis in his native universe could be said to collapse without a fight.

That was because those who had entered the Dao could not enter the universes of other races—at the very least, their true bodies could not.

In other words, even if Elder Chu Zun personally took action, he could not threaten Lu Chong within a secondary universe.

As for Great Sages like Chu Jingfeng, people who had once been able to lord it over the Sacred Hall Alliance, they were no longer worth mentioning before Lu Chong.

No matter how many came, they would not be Lu Chong's match.

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