512 Unexpected Changes
The Heavenly Dao laws had gained even greater control over the primordial land, and had already seeped into the heavenly domain, though not in any meaningful quantum.
Due to this, Chu Xuan discovered many hidden existences in the primordial land, most of which were struggling at death’s door, waiting for a chance to recover.
The former rulers of the nine zones were chaotic beings. Over the long years, some of them had left the nine zones, and some had been killed.
A portion of the chaotic beings that had been surrounded and killed back then had probably left their origin essences in the primordial land. These had been hidden extremely well, and had yet to be found until today despite the countless eras that had passed.
It was almost impossible for those who were not fated with them to find them, even with secret techniques.
The more special and powerful an opportunity was, the harder it was to detect it with secret techniques.
One could only rely on fate.
Ding Yue and Xiang Xing were undoubtedly fated with them, which was why they had discovered it.
What about Wang Luo, Xiao Liang, and the others?
Chu Xuan guessed that they too had already discovered their own opportunities.
On the whole, the nine zones were relatively peaceful. As the Great Daoyuan calamity gradually came to an end, the irascible emotions of the living beings of various races were constantly weakening.
They no longer drew their swords and attacked each other at the drop of a hat.
Chu Xuan frowned as he looked at the ominous being somewhere in the Desolate Ancient Zone.
It was the only ominous being remaining in the nine zones.
At this moment, its condition was extremely unusual.
It seemed to be overflowing with an ominous aura, exhibiting signs of self-disintegration.
What was going on?
Chu Xuan felt that something might have happened.
Could it be that the power of calamity had changed?
Was the Great Dao calamity coming?
Chu Xuan contacted Yi Yuejun.
“Fellow Daoist Yi, have there been any changes to the power of calamity?”
In the end, there was no reply for a long time.
What was going on?
Could it be that Yi Yuejun had been contaminated by the power of calamity?
Chu Xuan then contacted Huang Long.
“I see. Fellow Daoist Chu, I’ll help you take a look.”
When Huang Long heard that Chu Xuan could not contact Yi Yuejun, he immediately agreed to check on the power of calamity.
Thus, Chu Xuan could only wait for Huang Long’s news.
As for Gui Ran, this turtle was a true shut-in.
He was not willing to move unless there was something truly exciting, and he spent most of his time sleeping.
On the Great Dao of the nine zones.
There was a mass of blackish-gray gas that was slowly wriggling and writhing.
Beside it was a strange bird with colorful feathers that seemed to be tainted with an ominous aura.
At this moment, he was lying on the Great Dao and seemed to have lost consciousness.
Huang Long knew the general location of the power of calamity, so it did not take too long to find it.
He stopped 10,000 miles away from the power of calamity.
His eyes were wide open as he stared at the strange bird.
The power of time emerged and swept over Yi Yuejun.
Chi Chi!
A strange power overflowed from Yi Yuejun’s body.
“Good, he’s still alive.”
Huang Long heaved a sigh of relief.
He had been scared to death just now, thinking that Yi Yuejun had already died.
If Yi Yuejun died, it meant that this place was also extremely dangerous for him, and there was a risk of death.
“What happened?”
Huang Long looked at the power of calamity in fear.
Yi Yuejun raised his head, flapped his wings, and flew over.
“I’ll go back and recuperate.”
Yi Yuejun sighed.
The ominous aura around his body both looked and felt uncomfortable.