Daochen led his two younger brothers into Chaos.
They did not travel very quickly.
Everyone spoke of the dangers in the Primordial World, yet no one knew that Chaos was even more dangerous.
Chaos held not only all manner of innate demon gods.
It also held countless other perils.
Whether Chaos Storms, Spatial Folding, Chaos Turbulence, or anything else, each posed an incomparable danger.
Even those at the primordial unity great Luo level struggled to survive here.
Of course, the greatest danger was the energy crisis.
Within boundless Chaos, there was simply no way to replenish one's energy.
The creatures of the Primordial World had lived there for ages, absorbing heaven and earth spiritual energy and converting it into their own energy to sustain their long lives.
But Chaos was different. The energy here was poison to the creatures of the Primordial World.
The power of Chaos in particular could swell even a primordial unity great Luo cultivator to bursting with a single careless mistake.
For the power of Chaos was the oldest, most primal power. It was incredibly viscous within Chaos, making even movement exceedingly difficult for primordial unity great Luo cultivators.
Of course, none of this affected Daochen very much. He was like an anomaly in this world.
He had fused the power of Chaos and sage power within himself.
With these two powers, he could survive perfectly anywhere.
One could say that after leaving the Primordial World, he was even more like a fish in water, his strength greatly increased.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face had turned livid with strain, dark as pig liver. "Big Brother, why don't we stop here? The pressure feels enormous."
Dijun looked no better, visibly suffering.
Daochen looked toward the Primordial World. Though they were no longer particularly close to it.
There was