Chen Mo settled into the intricately woven throne, its multihued surface rippling with the essence of interwoven laws. As he made himself comfortable, an ethereal aura blossomed outward, the cosmic might contained within his form spilling forth in a tangible wave.
"Now then," he intoned, his voice resonating with a weight that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality itself. "What do you know about Primordials?"
The words hung heavy in the charged air, their echoes rippling outward like the harbingers of a cataclysmic upheaval. The chaotic void trembled in response, as if the mere utterance of that primordial query had sent shockwaves through the cosmic expanse.
Inwardly, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at the situation he found himself in. Since Jiang Wu had mistaken him for a Primordial, he saw no harm in playing along – his true identity was far too complex to divulge, even to a being of Jiang Wu's stature.
