Nezha touched Little Brother's forehead lightly, leaving behind the items he had intended for Brother Hai. After all, Nezha had never forgotten his original promise.
It was time to leave after that.
Little Brother stowed away the dragon corpse but didn't immediately return to Chentang Pass. Instead, he stood on the surface of the sea, gazing at the sky for a long time.
"I will definitely become a hero. That's the promise."
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If the Chaos world is a realm of disorder, then the Primordial world is the epitome of order born from ultimate disorder. This structured space isn't a single line; instead, it radiates out endlessly from the point of Pangu's Heavenly Creation.
The development of the Primordial world wasn't scripted by anyone—it was Pangu God's hope and the result of countless variables.
