Silence, speechless, still.
The so-called master and disciple stood against each other, a repressive and heavy atmosphere was growing, and it was the Primordial Spirit who first broke the silence, because he really couldn't wait any longer.
Step— Step— Step.
The Primordial Spirit strode toward Ye Xuan, with every step he took, the entire Sea of Consciousness rumbled and vibrated, and there was an obscure, unclear aura quietly manifesting from the Primordial Spirit.
"Damn it!"
Ye Xuan frowned tightly, his steps retreating uncontrollably, not of his own volition, but due to an inexplicable innate restraint.
"Is this the Power of Causality?"
Ye Xuan spoke gloomily, he could feel within him a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, but facing the approach of the Primordial Spirit, he couldn't even mobilize his internal power, as if suppressed by some mysterious force.