Alone into Chaos!

Everyone burst into laughter, giving him no face at all.

"He really is the Big-Faced Young Master. That face of his is no smaller than anyone else's."

"What good are fine clothes when you're an idiot? He didn't even check the other man's strength. Someone who can thrash a Daluo Golden Immortal as a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—and he still dared provoke him."

"He really thought having powerful backing made him something special. Well, now he's run headfirst into a nail."

The Swallowing-Heaven Young Master immediately began bawling, looking as aggrieved as a little girl.

"Boo-hoo! I'm going to find my big brother! You bullied me!"

He ran off, wailing all the way.

Watching him flee, Wang Shi was utterly speechless. At the same time, he found something strange. He did not know whether it was his imagination, but he kept feeling that the Swallowing-Heaven Young Master was a woman.

Surely not! Was his lifetime of glory about to be ruined?

Wang Shi did not dare dwell on it.

He casually finished off the Ten Guests of the Northern Darkness, sending them to join their little tiger shark brother.

By now, the Chaos storm was gradually becoming less violent.

Wang Shi immediately perked up and looked at Nuwa and Fuxi beside him.

"Fellow Daoists, it looks like the time is almost right."

But who would be the first to eat the crab—the first to brave the unknown—was still anyone's guess.

After all, this Chaos storm had swallowed quite a few powerful cultivators.

Wang Shi chuckled.

"Since no one's willing to give it a try, I'll do it."

He strode forward, ready to experience the might of the Chaos storm for himself.

Nuwa and Fuxi hurried to stop him.

"Little brother, don't be rash. Let's observe the situation first."

He was a prized disciple of the Three Pure Ones. If anything happened to him here, neither of them could escape responsibility.

But what sort of person was Wang Shi? He feared neither heaven nor earth to begin with. A mere Chaos storm was nothing in his eyes.

"It's fine. Just wait for my good news."

He strode up to the edge of Chaos.

The many powerful immortals waiting there all turned their eyes toward him.

Just then, a Daluo Golden Immortal charged impatiently toward the Chaos storm.

He was a Tree Demon who had assumed human form. Relying on the formidable vitality of his true body, he intended to force his way through the Chaos storm.

He plunged into the Chaos storm and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a scream rang out.

A rain of broken branches appeared above everyone's heads.

Clearly, he had failed as well.

Everyone sighed in dismay.

A Daluo Golden Immortal had fallen, just like that.

He had possessed such a promising future, yet he had died on the road to seeking the Dao.

An ordinary person would likely have stopped long ago upon seeing this.

Yet Wang Shi did not slow in the slightest. Without hesitation, he stepped into the Chaos storm.

Among the crowd, the Three Pure Ones naturally spotted their disciple.

Their expressions changed sharply with alarm.

"What is that little brat doing?"

"Who does he think he is, daring to force his way through the Chaos storm? Has he gone mad?"

Their astonishment was understandable. The reason their group had been waiting here was to find the right moment.

No truly powerful cultivator was anything but cautious.

The Three Pure Ones tried to step forward and stop him, but they were already too late.

The instant Wang Shi stepped into the Chaos storm, a terrifying tearing force seized his body.

The terrifying power of Chaos constantly corroded his flesh.

At the same time, the fearsome storm swept over his body, trying to lift him off his feet.

Wang Shi snorted coldly. His Pangu bloodline surged into action, and his body instantly grew enormous, like an ancient demon god descending upon the world.

He thrust both hands into the storm and tore fiercely.

With sheer, terrifying strength, he ripped an opening straight through the storm.

Shielding his eyes with his palms, he struggled forward through Chaos.

No wonder ordinary cultivators could not withstand the tearing force of the Chaos storm.

The power of Chaos within it was mingled with all manner of laws. These laws constantly weakened their flesh, making it truly terrifying.

Only Wang Shi's Pangu bloodline, coupled with a body as formidable as a magical treasure, allowed him to withstand the Chaos storm.

He fought his way forward, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

Meanwhile.

Worried for their disciple's safety, the Three Pure Ones followed close behind and entered the Chaos storm as well.

Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

After some hesitation, they finally decided to join them.

They followed closely behind the Three Pure Ones, entering the opening Wang Shi had just torn.

Although they knew the journey was perilous, they had come with Wang Shi. They could hardly abandon him.

As they plunged inside.

The crowd erupted.

"Heavens, they all went in!"

"It's been so long, and they still haven't called for help. Could it be that this Chaos storm really can be crossed now?"

"This feels unreliable. Why do I feel like the Chaos storm has barely weakened?"

A group of cultivators stood there hesitating.

The many mighty cultivators of the Primordial World, however, could no longer sit still.

Everyone knew there were bound to be benefits to reaching the Purple Firmament Palace early.

Now that those others had stolen a march on them, how could they stand it?

Before, they had merely been concerned for their own safety. Now, treasures were all they could think about.

One mighty cultivator of the Primordial World after another brought their magical treasures to bear and charged into Chaos.

Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Demon Emperor Dijun, Ancestor Minghe, and the others all surged forward, unwilling to fall behind.

They unleashed every magical treasure at their disposal, steadily opening paths through the Chaos storm.

At that moment, the seemingly terrifying Chaos storm actually failed to stop them at all.

The mighty cultivators entered steadily, encountering no danger.

Everyone immediately grew feverish.

They shouted wildly.

"The time has come! We can cross the Chaos storm now! Charge!"

"Everyone, activate your magical treasures to protect yourselves! As long as it's an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it can definitely shield you from the Chaos storm!"

As the immortals crossed Chaos, each displayed their great divine powers.

The scene descended into a terrifying jumble.

And then, everyone discovered to their horror.

Countless powerful cultivators of the Primordial World were being torn apart by Chaos, their bodies and bones vanishing in an instant. Even their souls could not escape.

The Chaos storm was terrifying beyond measure. Those who could truly pass through it were the finest among them.

Even among Daluo Golden Immortals, they stood at the very pinnacle.

As more and more powerful cultivators died, everyone finally lost their nerve, and for a time, none dared advance.

Just then, the Two Buddhist Sages hurried over, both frantic.

"Damn it, they got ahead of us! Unfortunately, the Western Lands are too far from here. Hurry!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two plunged straight into Chaos.

Meanwhile, Wang Shi stood beside the Nine Meditation Cushions, looking utterly bewildered.

Things seemed to have taken an unexpected turn.

As far as he knew, the Sage Seats in the Primordial World were limited. The roster had long since been fixed, with the seats divided according to strength.

Yet now there were actually as many as nine Sage Seats. He instantly understood that the Primordial World had definitely changed.

Just then, the Three Pure Ones hurried over. Upon seeing Wang Shi, they immediately unleashed a torrent of scolding.

"You little brat! Is that Chaos storm something you can just barge into? Didn't you see how many mighty cultivators of the Primordial World died there? What would we do if you died?"