Chu Feng is also in the Chaos Realm.
However, compared to each other, they are like a divine dragon in the sky and a floating creature on the ground.
The gap is unimaginably huge.
"Is this really the Chaos Realm? Why do I feel like my Chaos Realm is fake?"
Hongjun muttered to himself, his tone filled with extreme insecurity.
An endless holy light shimmered.
Those saints who were about to fall into darkness regained consciousness and stared blankly at the Holy Light Avenue.
Shame on me! Disgraceful! ...
These saints' confidence was severely shaken.
They never imagined that they would succumb to the temptations of darkness and almost become slaves to it.
A mighty river of holy light surged into the depths of chaos, growing endlessly.
And beneath that river.
A dark river grew alongside it, and the power of darkness entangled the Holy Light Path like silt.
The two reflect each other.
It was filled with a strange sense of contradiction.
"Is it really the right path to temper oneself through darkness?" Chu Feng murmured to himself.
For the first time, I fell into doubt.
He could control the power of darkness, but for some reason, he had a vague sense of unease.
It's as if this path is wrong.
At Chu Feng's level, his sixth sense was exceptionally accurate, and it wasn't just hearsay.
The Path of Holy Light grew at an extremely rapid pace, surging outwards from the chaos in all directions.
"Where the Holy Path leads, I am invincible!"
A surge of heroic spirit rose in Chu Feng's heart.
Just then, the Demon Refining Pot was nearing its end.
A vast, desolate voice rang out from within.
"I'm finally free! Thank you—"
Everyone was deeply moved; Pangu, who had been silent for countless years, was about to appear.
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