A gigantic chaotic river of time stretched boundlessly. Xu Fan gently stretched out his hand.
Bursts of light clustered in his hand.
Finally, they coalesced into a crystal statue of Master Yuan Zhu.
Afterwards, the Chaotic Realm opened up, and the body of a Great Saint materialised from thin air and fused with the crystal statue.
Huangshan, standing by the side, watched this scene in awe. Yuan Zhu, after becoming a Chaotic Saint, had attempted to revive his master.
But just summoning the chaotic river of time exhausted all of his power.
At this moment, the body molded into Master Yuan Zhu's likeness slowly opened its eyes.
"Where is this?"
"Who are you?"
"How are the Three Thousand Realms now?"
Master Yuan Zhu curiously observed his surroundings. After noting the expanded Three Thousand Realms, a feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness filled his gaze.
"Senior Yong Chang, do you still remember me?" Huangshan, filled with excitement, approached Master Yuan Zhu.
