Upper Realm.
In the Chaos Void, there is an ancient Daoist Palace that suppresses everything. Even the erosion of time seems unable to leave the slightest mark upon it. Three thousand profound lights hang down, appearing sacred and extraordinary.
An old Daoist sits cross-legged on a cushion, suddenly opening his closed eyes. Earth, water, fire, and wind burst forth in an instant, revealing all the mysteries of the Dao, while a great river of time surges.
"The great calamity has changed, and the fortune of the Lower Realm has become increasingly robust. It seems that the item is indeed in the hands of the Lower Realm..."
He murmured softly.
The change in the fortune of the Lower Realm caused a slight disturbance in the heart of this ancient existence.
And as his mood fluctuated, the entire chaos surged violently, like tides crashing upon the shore, causing other strong figures who sensed this fluctuation to be horrified.
However.
