Time passed by bit by bit.
In the outside world.
Master Xinyuan's physical body grew increasingly transparent, and the Membrane Eye at his chest gradually began to heal.
The five divine beasts occasionally fled back into the Spirit Beast Bag within the Membrane Eye, finding safety there, only to sneak out again as soon as it was slightly safer. Yet each time they returned, their aura became more chaotic but also slightly stronger...
Meanwhile, deep within Master Xinyuan's brow.
The consciousness of the Moro Giant Elephant King commandeered the elephants and Ink Dragons, ravenously devouring the Chaos Origin Substance, and their aura gradually grew stronger as time elapsed...
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Huangji Continent.
The former Imperial Capital, now the heart of the realm ruled by the True Martial Cultivators.
In the corner of the flourishing big city, a simple and solitary thatched cottage stood alone.