The Great Thousand World allied army was like a golden torrent, tearing open breach after breach within the black demonic tide.
From the depths of the Demon Territory came the furious roars of Heavenly Demon Emperors. One terrifying aura after another was rapidly closing in on Saint Abyss.
The main forces of the Outer Realm Evil Clan were gathering.
Meanwhile, on the Saint Abyss Battlefield, no one noticed the faint smile that flashed through Xiao Qing's eyes in the instant his clone looked up at the sky.
That smile was so faint that only he himself knew what it meant.
Chaos World.
Above the heavens, the radiance of the sun and moon shining together had endured for an unknown number of days and nights.
The branches and leaves of the World Tree covered half the sky, every leaf emitting a gentle, watery Chaos-colored glow.
That glow was not still. Like breathing, it gently pulsed to some vast and unhurried rhythm.
The entire World Tree resembled a massive heart. With every beat, the newborn mountains and rivers at the edge of the Chaos World rose and fell slightly.
Beneath the canopy.
A thick root vein, as massive as a mountain range, lay exposed above the ground. A figure in azure robes sat cross-legged atop it.
Chaos currents, so dense they were nearly liquid, slowly revolved around Xiao Qing.
With every revolution, countless fine golden rays separated from the currents and entered his glabella.
His eyes were closed.
There was not the slightest expression on that sharply defined face, as if he had been seated beneath this tree for millions upon millions of years.
Yet within his body, a drastic transformation unlike any since Heaven-Opening was taking place.
The final shackle of the Incomplete Chaos Body—the imperceptible crack that had lain deep