Western Extremity Mystic Abyss

[Ding, Primordial and Chaos were neither superior nor inferior; they differed only in precedence. In terms of time, Primordial cultivation arts preceded Chaos cultivation arts.]

After hearing this, Mo Chen nodded thoughtfully. "So that was it..."

He turned his gaze back to the scroll in his hand, slowly unrolling it as he looked toward the landscape painting above.

Yet the sight before him made him freeze for an instant.

Seeing this, Banxia curiously leaned in for a look as well, then immediately cried out in alarm.

"Ah! Where did the old man on the boat go?"

Just as Banxia had said, within the world of the painting, the First Pavilion Master had originally stood steadily at the bow of the boat.

But now, that figure had vanished into thin air without a trace, as though he had never appeared upon that boat at all.

Just as the two were astonished by this.

A mysterious, ethereal voice suddenly entered Mo Chen's mind without warning.

"The Western Extremity Mystic Abyss holds a thread of the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Pillar's fortune. You may go there and take a look!"

The voice had come far too abruptly. Mo Chen hurriedly examined the painting, seeking the First Pavilion Master's whereabouts.

Yet there was still no sign of him in the painting.

Other than Mo Chen and Banxia, there was not another figure in the surroundings, nor could they sense the slightest trace of an aura.

"Boom!"

The moment Mo Chen was puzzled, the painting scroll in his hand suddenly burst into flames, instantly erupting into a raging blaze.

Even more astonishingly, within those raging flames, four rotating primordial inscriptions faintly emerged, glimmering with an uncanny light.

At the same time, the voice of the First Pavilion Master, Yang Taiji, rang out once more.