Unrivaled Cultivation in the Primordial Era

In a place where chaos had yet to form, turbulent currents of time and space cut like knives, and fragments of the Dao sliced like blades. Any ordinary Immortal Emperor who stepped into this place would be ground into the most primitive particles in an instant.

Yet at this moment, a figure strolled through it as casually as if taking a leisurely walk.

Lin Xuan wore a blue robe and held a bamboo staff he had just snapped from an ancient primeval mountain. A few newly sprouted leaves still clung to its tip. The turbulent currents parted on their own beneath his feet, while fragments of the Dao turned docile as pets whenever they came within three feet of him, playfully circling the hem of his robe.

“Tsk, this chaos energy is richer than the one in that sea of stars yesterday.” He took a light sniff, making a casual comment with an air of nonchalance, as if he were strolling through his own backyard rather than walking through a deadly wasteland.