"Who would have thought the Primordial World hid so many experts in the Primordial Unity Realm? No wonder our Mystic Sect seemed so powerful, yet found it difficult to rule the Primordial World—to make the entire Primordial World cultivate the Mystic Sect Method and chant the Mystic Sect's name. So many Primordial Unity experts were hidden within it; even Patriarch Hongjun could hardly make the entire Primordial World submit!" Chen Yang said with a sigh.
Elder Zi nodded as well. "Naturally. Though Master Hongjun appears invincible, he still has opponents. Leaving aside those behind him, Yang Mei alone is a cultivator on equal footing with Master. Not to mention the hidden powerhouses within the Primordial World. That is why our Mystic Sect finds it difficult to truly rule the Primordial World, and the same goes for everyone else. The former Penglai Purple Manor, Demon Court, and Wu Tribe... all ruled the Primordial World only in name, never in truth."
Chen Yang's expression turned grave, and he finally said helplessly, "That's true. The waters of the Primordial World run far too deep—deep enough to make one's scalp crawl."
As Chen Yang murmured, wariness flickered in his heart. Gazing across every corner of the Primordial World, he withdrew his Merit and prepared to seek opportunities.
In the blink of an eye, several thousand years passed.
The Water Demon God seemed to have fallen, yet the turmoil it brought had never ceased.
The cracks torn into the earth by the Water Demon God triggered energy that had lain buried beneath the land for endless ages. As that energy erupted, the Chaos Aura it brought spread throughout the Primordial World, granting immense benefits to all living beings within it.
The living beings of the Primordial World absorbed the Chaos Aura to cultivate. After endless