In the midst of the Chaos, endless Gang winds brutally ravaged, shredding divine souls and scattering flesh; their formidable force annihilated anything that obstructed them. Waves of Chaos surged like tides, as if Chaos itself were a living being, breathing in and out vast amounts of Primordial Qi. Even a wisp of Chaos Qi was enough to overwhelm cultivators at the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Realm.
Pei Xuanjing wore a Taoist crown on his head and a profound Daoist robe on his body, arranged according to the Four Seasons and Five Orders, with lightning coursing uncertainly around him. In his eyes swirled a mysterious light, while the Sanbao Jade Ruyi in his hand radiated an ancient glow.
He stood firm within the outer Chaos, with Chaos Qi around him vanishing and reforming, each cycle akin to the birth and destruction of worlds, a terrifying power that even he, Pei Xuanjing, found disconcerting.