Outside the chaos heavens.
The previously peaceful land was now surging with wind and clouds.
Countless hidden sects, cities, and Saint sects began to emerge.
This piece of land was very barren, or it could be said that the treasures had long since ceased to exist after generations of excavation. There were historical remains that had never appeared before them, and countless heaven's pride experts of the younger generation had emerged one after another.
In the dojo, on the chaotic beach formed by broken stones and fragments, fishing began.
The so-called fishing was to use one's own special fishing line and one's own mental power to resist the chaos of the universe and hook some ancient objects in the sea.
This couldn't be compared to diving into the chaos sea personally, but it was also a method for the weaker ones.
Hualala.
On the vast coastline, there were many parasols.
