As the saying went, every cause had its effect.
In truth.
For Fuxi in each plane.
The subtle shifts in his personal psychology.
Could truly be said to differ as vastly as heaven and earth.
In some planes, Fuxi could be described as kindhearted and generous.
In some planes of the Primordial World, Fuxi could be described as gentle and refined.
And in some planes of the Primordial World, Fuxi could be described as vicious beyond measure.
Meanwhile, in other planes, Fuxi was merely an exceedingly crafty member of the Fence-Sitter Faction.
And Fuxi in this plane of the Primordial World was likewise an extremely multifaceted figure.
It was just that his fence-sitting tendencies, along with his petty and uncertain shifts of mind, had been magnified intensely in this plane.
Because in this plane.
His place in Primordial World History could be described as rather delicate.
He had been born in the Chaos Era before the Primordial World Creation, roaming the primordial chaos among countless Chaos Demon Gods with his younger sister.
And by relying on his innate companion ability to deduce everything and foresee events before they occurred, he had found favor on every side.
Thus, he had developed this utterly self-serving, fence-sitting style.
At this moment, his desire to stab Vine Dao Venerable Lin Tian in the back and turn around to offer him up on All-Heaven Divine Peak to Luo Hou of the Devil Race, who had already deployed the Four Zhuxian Swords and whose momentum surged like a rainbow, could also be considered perfectly understandable.
Yet Lin Tian paid no attention to, nor noticed, whatever sinister schemes the Fuxi siblings standing not far from him were harboring.
Instead, he regarded his current predicament with some interest, observing this unique hunting space, which had become an independently