Blurry chaos.
Qin Zheng felt as if he were floating in a vast, gray void.
Time had slipped by unknowingly.
Buzz!
A beam of light appeared, piercing the surrounding darkness.
The void tore open, revealing a majestic, boundless Heavenly Palace Dojo that slowly came into his view.
Thick strands of Chaos Qi fell, pressing down until the void groaned under the unbearable weight.
It was the same daoist dojo he had seen before!
And this time, he was even closer and could see more!
Qin Zheng's spirit was shaken; he immediately concentrated and looked carefully.
The vastness of this Divine Palace Dojo seemed endless, emitting a daunting aura that overwhelmed the soul.
This was that one's Heavenly Palace Dojo!
Such spirit, indeed worthy of being the symbol of the initial, the most primitive, the oldest existence!
Qin Zheng was shocked.
But at that moment, when his gaze focused on a certain spot, his expression suddenly froze.
