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The ferocious beast panted weakly, the white mist it exhaled from its mouth and nose turning into a terrifying storm that swept through everything.
The space around it collapsed in the storm created by its breath, then healed anew within the rules of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda; so it had been since the Great Schism, for tens of thousands of years.
The ferocious beast's reddish eyes stared at Shen Yuan, who was within arm's reach. Gone was the respect from tens of thousands of years ago, replaced by anger intertwined with a hint of wariness and regret.
Tens of thousands of years earlier, in the Ingenious Tiny World, Shen Yuan had passed the trials of the two gates of heaven and earth alone, ascending to the topmost layer of the Primal Chaos Nifty Pagoda, where he met the ferocious beast that stood guard.
