The pink mist hung in mid-air, constantly writhing and churning, as if it wanted to reassemble into its original form.
Zhao Sheng saw this and gently blew on it: Hoo~
Whoosh, a fierce wind suddenly emerged from nowhere, instantly sweeping up all the pink mist, howling as it spread in all directions.
Where the fierce wind passed, the heavens-encompassing steaming clouds rolled and boiled, and in the blink of an eye, it affected a radius of ten thousand miles, causing the entire cave to start undergoing drastic changes.
As time passed, countless primordial cells carrying bloodlines scattered like dandelion seeds, covering every inch of the cave, about to begin an endless competition for survival.
