The saints were currently searching for their own opportunities in the eightieth city when suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed through the deep expanse of Chaos. A figure with sharp eyes and a flat nose squeezed out from a shattered opening in the Chaos, muttering to himself, "Why on earth would the boss assign me to such a poverty-stricken world? Just for a tiny bit of universal origin source, is this trip even worth it?"
This fellow had come from who knows which world in the Upper Realm. Having just reached the boundary between the Hongmeng world and the Chaos world, he had used a spiritual treasure and a spiritual chisel from his native realm to pierce a small hole through the world membrane, finally crawling out through it.
As soon as he emerged from the hole, he could finally breathe a breath of fresh Chaos air. It felt simply fantastic.
Chapter 43