Primordial Universe.
The hundred years were up, and Meng Tangtang's group arrived as promised.
It was still that familiar little courtyard, where the Lord of Creation spent most of his time.
Only this time, he was not playing chess. Instead, he stood quietly with his hands behind his back. At his side stood a towering golden tree, as if cast from molten gold, radiating an unfathomably mysterious aura...
Meng Tangtang and the others stiffened slightly at the sight.
They had come in too much of a hurry last time and had not paid close attention to this tree. Of course, that also had to do with their strength—they had actually failed to notice it... This golden tree was likely an exceedingly terrifying powerhouse as well!
It felt only a shade inferior to the old man before them.
This was a supreme powerhouse at the half-step Mystic Realm!
At that thought, Kulodo and the others quietly drew a breath. In the entire Primordial Universe, even counting the Lord of Creation, the number of powerhouses at the half-step Mystic Realm or above would definitely not exceed the fingers on one hand—perhaps there were even fewer.
Yet two of them were gathered in this little courtyard.
"The hundred years have passed. It seems you young friends have made your decision."
"The Origin Sea holds countless opportunities, but it is also filled with endless dangers. Once you set out, the slightest carelessness could mean the danger of falling... That you young friends are willing to go truly exceeds this old man's expectations."
The old man smiled at Meng Tangtang and the others. The golden tree at his side swayed gently as well, seemingly curious. A ripple spread out, brushing over the group. "So these are that one's disciples? The path of yin and yang...