Chapter 889: Chapter 889

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Although their bodies have mutated, Sun Peng and Zhao Qing’s minds seem to remain clear.

However, influenced by some inexplicable force, their personalities have twisted, and they’ve undergone significant changes in character.

“Power, such formidable power!”

“I feel that with my perfect body, I could even blow up a Perfect Daluo Golden Immortal with a single punch!”

“Seventh Elder, shall we start from these nearby seas? I can’t wait to share our joy and power with more people!”

With faces full of fanaticism, as if competing for recognition, Sun Peng and Zhao Qing eagerly volunteered.

It’s as if they’ve already forgotten the purpose of staying on this desolate island since they left Qixia Island.

The minor contradictions with Black Water Immortal Mountain in the West Barbarian Mountain territory have been completely cast aside.

Now, the only thought they hold is that everyone else should, like them, undergo bodily mutations and grow eight arms.

Perhaps, in their view, this is their mission, the true purpose of their existence.

“In the Primordial Land, hidden talents and potential are abundant among us three, and we are only Daluo, not yet having stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm.”

“To rashly enter those unknown lands is unwise and could bring unforeseen risks.”

“Let us start from overseas territories, which are familiar under Qixia Island’s domain. To avoid provoking the island’s elders, we should act discreetly for now.”

“Once I become a Quasi-Saint and the elders pose no significant threat, then we can expand broadly, allowing everyone in these seas to share in our joy, growing eight arms!”

Upon seeing Sun Peng and Zhao Qing’s fanatical demeanor after being infected, Gu Cangsheng nodded appreciatively.

With a wave of his hand, he led the charge into the sky.

Within a riotous play of tunneling light, they vanished into the distance in an instant, disappearing from sight.

Such occurrences are not exclusive to overseas territories.

Among those who first returned from Emperor Pan Palace with body mutations, although few in number, there are still around a dozen or so.

After growing eight arms, not only their bodies but their minds have also mutated, with a certain degree of distortion.

In their eyes, anyone — be it human or demon — who hasn’t grown eight arms is incomplete, leaving a huge flaw.

A spark can start a prairie fire; a dozen or so mutants spread across the Primordial Land.

Using them as a source, eight-armed monsters with human faces and spider bodies began to quickly spread across various regions of the Primordial.

Chen Hai remains unaware of all this.

Amidst the endless chaos filled with gray fog, a group of four or five cautiously moves forward.

“Taoist Friend Li, what exactly is going on? Are you sure heading in this direction will lead us to the Primordial World?” asked a young man dressed in azure robes.

This man, with violet eyes, is always accompanied by a gentle breeze by his side.

His name is Zi Feng, said to hail from overseas and is a Quasi-Saint Strong.

The Taoist Friend Li he referred to is Li Xuanfeng.

With a seemingly ordinary three-foot bronze sword in Li Xuanfeng’s hand, he would wield it toward the front after covering some distance.

The path of Sword Cultivation is known for its powerful attacks.

However, in this endless chaos, the brilliant sword light cleaved by Li Xuanfeng can only temporarily cut through the omnipresent chaotic gray fog, allowing people to see the path ahead.

But it only lasts a few breaths before the surrounding chaotic gray fog sweeps over, submerging the newly opened path.

“Zi Feng, you know well the situation in the Land of Chaos.”

“These gray mists can distort senses to some degree. Many of us left behind marks when mediating in the chaos after coming out from the Thirty-Three Heavens.”

“But what does it matter? With gray mist as a barrier, who can accurately sense the direction of their marks?”

“To return to the Primordial World, I can only rely on intuition. If you have a surefire plan, then lead the way!”

Li Xuanfeng turned back, glaring fiercely at Zi Feng as he replied.

Since leaving Emperor Pan Palace, everyone has lost themselves in this chaos.

In this gray fog, the time they’ve wandered becomes unclear even to them.

Including Chen Hai, the five who managed to gather together in the quest to return to the Primordial World is already considered fortunate for them.

“Taoist Brothers, in this last stretch, we haven’t encountered any chaotic beasts.”

“In my opinion, the method of using intuition to lead the way by Taoist Brother Li probably still holds some credibility.”

“We’ve already delayed for so many years; regardless of whether this method ultimately guides us to the Primordial World, we must eventually try, right?”

Located in the middle of the group, Chen Hai lightly sighed and spoke.

Logically, Emperor Pan Ancestor’s Emperor Pan Palace should be near the Primordial World, not too far off.

Even without the Guiding Road to transport them, traversing through chaos shouldn’t take too long to return to the original location.

Unfortunately, even as they think so, reality shows a completely different picture.

In this chaos, everywhere is shrouded in gray fog, making it impossible to sense any direction.

Be it Daluo Golden Immortal or Quasi-Saint, roaming this endless chaos proves slightly lacking in strength.

Though they lost track of time within the fog, Chen Hai estimates it to be at least several decades.

The omnipresent chaotic gray fog merely disorients, whereas the occasional appearance of chaotic beasts truly threatens lives.

Among Chen Hai’s group, several have already perished without trace, victims of chaotic beast sneak attacks.

Strong ones travel alone, weak ones cluster together for warmth.

In this chaos, even Quasi-Saints like Li Xuanfeng and Zi Feng are still considered among the weak; when encountering others lost in this place, they naturally form alliances.

If not for chaotic beast attacks, their group would certainly not comprise just five.

“If I had known we’d be lost in chaos after leaving Emperor Pan Palace, I should never have left.”

“Though I lack interest in the Poison Path, as a mere Daluo Golden Immortal, becoming a disciple of Emperor Pan Ancestor, a Primordial Chaos Great Power, doesn’t seem unacceptable.”

“Had I chosen to become a disciple back then, I might now be living a comfortable life, indulging in luxury, feet raised in leisure within Emperor Pan Palace.”

“Thinking of those Taoist friends who died in chaotic beast attacks, my heart…”

Following close behind Chen Hai, that Daluo Golden Immortal expressed helplessness and forced a bitter smile, lamenting.