Holding the Saint devouring Dao axe, Chen Xiaobei began to move forward.
This world was very unfamiliar, and the surrounding environment was also very special. It was a vast grassland.
From time to time, there would be some extremely old ruins on the grass.
These ruins had long been weathered, and a layer of tender green grass had even grown on the surface.
But Chen Xiaobei had no idea where he was. He didn't even know what to do.
Even though the ancestral Saint Pangu had started from this place and rose to power step by step, it was still a place where he had to be careful.
However, Chen Xiaobei did not receive any guidance even after walking for a long time.
Could it be that the only use of the true spirit of Saint Pan's axe was to transform it into a Supreme treasure? Other than that, it would not give any guidance. Every step after that would have to be taken by the Samsara traveler himself.
Chen Xiaobei could not help but feel a headache coming.
