In the backyard of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce, the Chaos cocoon, about a yard in diameter, floated quietly in the air.
A grayish-white divine light flowed over it, with Wither-Prosper vine patterns and Chaos astral vortices intertwining and flickering, radiating a heart-palpitating Spirit Severing pressure and profound Dao rhythm.
The cocoon resembled an egg nurturing a primordial deity. With every faint pulse, the surrounding space silently warped, and the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth converged like pilgrims, only to be silently swallowed and refined by the Wither-Prosper Dao intent of annihilation.
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