Chapter 45

Amidst the vast and boundless expanse of the Primordial World, the once turbulent situation had fallen into a brief silence following a heart-pounding clash. Saint Zhunti, a figure who had once struck terror in all directions, had attempted to secretly plot against Di Xin within Nuwa's Palace in order to ignite the heaven-shattering God-Conferring Tribulation. Yet, he had never expected his scheme to fail completely, ultimately meeting his demise under the thunderous methods of the Leader of Tongtian. Above Di Xin's throne, the air seemed frozen, stripped of its former clamor and contention. Those rebellious factions that had once been eager to make a move were rendered struck dumb with terror by this turn of events, not daring to act rashly again. Beneath the sky of the Primordial World lay a dead silence, as if even time itself had stood still. Amidst this eerie atmosphere, turbulent undercurrents surged endlessly. Yet, beneath this seemingly calm exterior, undercurrents were quietly stirring. Silence was often the calm before the storm. Those ambitious forces yearning to seize power did not dissipate with the temporary fall of Saint Zhunti; instead, they brewed an even more violent resistance within the silence. They were waiting for an opportunity...