The former tranquility of the chaos is gone. The churning chaotic energy, countless vortexes and dark currents, and chaotic dark lightning everywhere have formed a deadly killing ground where anyone below the level of a saint can be killed.
It's unknown how many Chaos Gods will survive this time, or if none will remain, all perishing in this boundless chaos. How many people in the primordial world remember that unparalleled, peerless cultivation, that Chaos God who reigned supreme? But in this apocalypse, every Chaos God is desperately seeking a sliver of survival; none are exceptions.
A dazzling golden light swept across, destroying everything in its path, yet forcibly carving out a path of light. Was it a path of no return, or a glimmer of hope beneath that path?
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist
