In a place where chaos has not yet been opened, the turbulence of time and space is like a knife, and the fragments of Tao are like blades. When ordinary immortal emperors step into this place, they will be crushed into the most primitive particles in an instant.
But at this moment, there was a figure strolling among them like a leisurely stroll.
Lin Xuan was dressed in a green shirt and holding a bamboo stick that had just been broken off from a certain ancient mountain. There were also a few freshly picked leaves on the tip of the stick. The turbulent flow under his feet was automatically diverted, and when the Taoist fragments came within three feet of him, they became as docile as pets, gently swirling around his clothes.
"Tsk, this chaotic energy is mellower than the one in the sea of stars yesterday." He took a slight sniff, with a somewhat casual comment between his brows, as if he was not walking on the edge of life and death, but taking a walk in his own backyard.
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