Bai Jin, like a miniature Pangu, trudged strenuously through the Chaos, swinging his axe one blow after another. His blood, mana, and primordial spirit all ignited intensely. After ten swings, he felt utterly exhausted and was gripped by a long-lost fatigue.
After twenty strikes, his primordial spirit was weary, his mind unclear, and his body weak.
With sheer willpower, he forced himself to keep splitting the Chaos, gradually slipping into a daze.
In a muddled state, Bai Jin entered a realm of selflessness. His physical body mechanically continued to carve out the Chaos, while his primordial spirit elevated in mystery, witnessing wars amongst the Saints, himself creating Heaven and Earth, and observing countless creatures within the Primordial World.
Inside the Zixiao Palace, Taoist Hongjun appeared at the main seat, murmuring with a smile, "Little White, since you claim that the Master treats you the best, I naturally cannot let you suffer."
