"I like it here."
A voice transmission tinged with nostalgia sounded in Dragon Spirit's mind.
Dragon Spirit turned his head and looked at Xier beside him.
Ever since entering this Primordial Secret Realm, Xier's entire state had changed. Outside, she had always been a detached spectator, indifferent to everything. Only Dragon Spirit could stir the slightest emotional fluctuation in her.
But now, beneath that voluminous black robe, something that had been suppressed for thirty thousand years seemed to be awakening.
"Why?" Dragon Spirit asked.
"The 'air' here feels comfortable." There was a heartfelt delight in Xier's voice that Dragon Spirit had never heard before. "It feels like... coming home."
Coming home?
Dragon Spirit swept his divine sense across the surroundings, feeling the chaotic, violent, unstructured primordial laws in the air. To the vast majority of cultivators, such an environment was no different from poison. Prolonged exposure would erode and assimilate their own laws, eventually causing their Dao foundations to collapse.
Yet Xier found it comfortable.
Dragon Spirit's heart stirred, and he roughly understood.
Xier wielded the authority of spatial origin. When the universe had first opened, space and time had been among the first foundational laws to be born. This environment was deadly chaos to others, but to her, it was the purest and most intimate aura of origin.
Just then, Dragon Spirit's brows twitched slightly.
He sensed that several kilometers ahead, the primordial energy flowing steadily across the gray-white wasteland suddenly showed a trace of abnormal disturbance.
It was like a drop of boiling oil falling into a pot of calm porridge.
"Something's coming," Dragon Spirit warned.
Xier seemed to have sensed it as well. Her golden eyes looked into the distance, but instead of vigilance, they revealed a trace of curiosity.
Soon, the source of that disturbance entered