Every person's fate was different. Perhaps meeting Xu Zimo had been Liu Ruyan's greatest fortune in this lifetime.
Watching Xu Zimo's departing back, Liu Ruyan prayed silently.
After Xu Zimo took a single step, his figure had already arrived at a deeper level of the world.
This had originally been where hell was located.
And Chaos had long been waiting for him here.
The two had agreed earlier that Xu Zimo would gather good, while Chaos would gather evil.
At this moment, Chaos had also completed his task perfectly.
When good and evil met, there was none of the fierce collision one might have imagined.
Instead, they entered an exceedingly subtle state.
They were both in conflict and in fusion.
"This time, I troubled you," Xu Zimo said.
"What are you saying, Boss?" Chaos laughed.
"I only hate that I cannot serve Boss at all times. If one day Boss needs me,
I will be just as I was when I carried Boss across thousands of mountains and rivers—I will never be careless."
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
He could not help recalling his first encounter with Chaos.
Back then, Chaos had merely been a remnant soul beneath the mountain gate outside the True Martial Sacred Sect.
In the distant time and space of the Demon Race, he had been fortunate enough to survive.
At that time, Chaos had devoted himself to restoring the Demon Race's former glory.
He had never expected that after so much time had passed, many things would have changed.
Xu Zimo mixed together all the good he had gathered and all the evil Chaos had brought.
As good and evil intertwined, the two forces began struggling without end, seemingly unable to fuse.
At this moment, half of the two masses of power turned black, while the