At the edge of the dilapidated primal chaos universe, a cold metallic ship silently crossed the river. There were some figures standing on the ship. They did not move at all. They were like stone statues or ancient gods worshiped in temples, carrying an imposing aura, they did not say a single word.
In the blink of an eye, the green-gold ship sailed into the primal chaos. In this silent place, raging waves surged. It was filled with primal chaos qi. Ordinary people would be crushed into a bloody mess if they entered.
The ship remained the same. It emitted a hazy light as it headed straight forward. It wanted to cross this place and enter the Netherworld universe.
Boom!
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the primal chaos sea. The sound of the explosion was enough to pierce through one’s soul. It was especially accompanied by the light of a flying immortal. It was filled with a terrifying pressure.
