At this moment, Chu Yuan was not blindly searching for the Heart of Origin in the vast Primitive Plane like others.
He arrived at the top of this plane, seemingly at a central point.
"What on earth is the Divine Emperor trying to do?"
Night Yie was anxious, unable to comprehend Chu Yuan's actions.
But he dared not speak, let alone ask.
"My Dao controls everything, numerous beings, all of time and space, must be within My grasp."
In Chu Yuan's eyes, a mysterious scene unfolded, depicting the fluctuations of the entire Primitive Space-Time.
In the sky, countless whirlpools spewed out various heavenly disasters and divine calamities.
Wind, thunder, earth, fire, the laws that nurture the world's planes, could all be sought after in this plane.
Time and space constantly collided and annihilated, only to be born anew.
