Above the thirty-three heavens, primordial mist swirls, and time and space appear chaotic here.
A clear and resonant voice rings out, piercing the immeasurable void, and ultimately transforms into a meteor, landing in the palm of a Daoist in a Profound Robe.
"The Primordial Crystal of Chaos!"
Chen Sheng stands here, robes fluttering, surrounded by the invisible flow of Dao Rhyme. Wherever he passes, the chaotic air currents automatically calm down.
In his palm rests a crystal the size of a fist.
This crystal is entirely clear, containing the universe within, with cycles of creation and destruction, evolving into immeasurable chaos; it is truly a treasure formed from the primordial essence of chaos.
"What a wondrous treasure!"
A hint of appreciation flashes in Chen Sheng's eyes. As his words fall, a thought stirs, and the Primordial Crystal of Chaos in his palm transforms into a streak of light, directly entering his forehead.
