Chen Yi stood before the Ancient Chaos.
He clearly knew that the pale power escaping from it was becoming more frequent as time passed.
"It's unbelievable... In such a short time, the pale power of Chaos has accumulated to such an extent."
God gazed at the bubbling, surging Ancient Chaos; this time, the accumulated pale power was much greater than before. He could foresee that, as the end of days approached, if left unchecked, this prehistoric deluge might persist for thousands of years.
Chen Yi raised his hand, holding the broken horn of a Unihorn.
Over the years, He had gradually understood the changes that His own power could bring.
Now, this Unihorn's broken horn was no longer just a broken horn.
God had transformed it, and the light He brought could drive away the Ancient Chaos, naturally settling upon the horn.
It had become a Scepter capable of parting the pale floodwaters.
