In the blink of an eye, an eon slipped away like a white horse passing a crevice. Throughout this long and meandering river of time, the Chaos World seemed to be tightly shrouded in a hazy, ethereal, and mysterious veil of smoke and mist.
Aside from the earth-shattering commotion that shook the cosmos when Pangu was born, the rest of the time rarely saw fierce, breathtaking battles; the entire world appeared strangely tranquil. Originally, this Chaos World should have been permeated with an endlessly lingering Qi of Chaos—an aura mysterious, unpredictable, and capable of striking awe and reverence into anyone's heart.
Yet at this moment, it was as if an invisible, gigantic hand had pressed the mute button. The surroundings were deathly still, quiet to an eerie degree that even felt somewhat abnormal, as if turbulent undercurrents were lurking beneath this calm facade.
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