On the other side, Ye Xuan was naturally unaware that his appearance had caused a stir throughout the Primordial Heavenly Court, nor would he have been disturbed even if he knew.
After all, this Primordial World had changed completely, and it mattered little whether he saw a few old acquaintances; what truly mattered was the task at hand.
Now it was the late Eleventh Epoch, and in less than two hundred million years, it would transition into the Twelfth Epoch, which marked the end of the Chaotic Universe.
When the Chaotic Universe reached its end, it would undergo a great destructive reincarnation, and Ye Xuan must achieve the Heavenly Defying Realm before this time arrives.
Primordial World, Extreme North!
A black sphere floated before Ye Xuan, his gaze deep and dark, for this sphere was the Mortal Realm he had condensed.
Countless ages had passed, and Ye Xuan knew not what had become of the Mortal Realm, for he had not returned to this birthplace for a very, very long time.
