Since then.

In this world of heaven, there will be no trace of Xuanlong Taoist Lord again.

...

In the Kowloon Dojo, Luo Liang was left alone.

He thought about the last sentence Yang Daojun left, which may contain Yang Daojun's real name.

Just then.

The main universe below has finally completed unity.

The chaotic space and rules of the partition have all returned to normal.

The energy level of the main universe has been greatly improved, the sun and the moon have been replaced, the weather is magnificent, and the great fortunes have gathered.

"Ding! Codenamed 'Original' (7th level) completes the organization to the highest sequence task [Main Universe Unification], and the authority is increased to 8th level..."

"Ding! Codename 'Original' (level 8), all permissions are restored, please pay attention to receiving..."

Before Luo Liang could check the situation of the main universe, a buzzing sound came from his mind, and a huge amount of information flow came.

Some information even comes from super-dimensional states.

To be precise, it was left by the real primitive person, President Wanjun.

As long as he returns to level 8, he can untie the seal.

"Ah! Hiss..."

A severe pain came from the depths of Luo Liang's soul.

In an instant, the heavens and all realms turned into a microcosm in his vision and unfolded into a plan full of grids.

This microcosm of the heavens passed by.

In endless chaos.

Countless latitudes, world groups, and magical lives turned into gray and white phantoms under his vision.

A thought arises, a long river of present life extends, turning into thousands of worlds and civilized races.

A thought of anger, a group of existing worlds is blocked by a long river of time, from reality to virtual.

...

With the influx of that super-dimensional information.

Luo Liang's soul consciousness leaped, jumped out of the world of heaven, passed through chaos, and stood in a dead latitude overlooking all things.

At this level, time, life, reincarnation, everything has lost its meaning, like a pale piece of paper, with no secrets at all.

"The power is revived! This is the person of the unity, and my soul has leaped to the supreme level."

"Not good! The cultivation level in reality has been passively stepped into the supreme level."

Luo Liang's consciousness sensed that a certain heaven in the chaos below appeared in the world, and there was a little spiritual light, which was closely connected with him.

That is the foundation of his existence, like the coordinates of endless time and space.

In the world of heaven, Luo Liang's cultivation has crossed to the supreme level and has not stopped yet. It is like the reservoir constantly accumulating rain and rising.

True immortal level... Immortal level... Immortal King!

It was not until the Immortal King level that it calmed down.

This is because there is a huge gap between the soul realm and the real cultivation level.

In the state of Supreme Being, pay more attention to mind.

When the body cannot bear this super-dimensional true meaning, it will automatically transform the roots of the world.

When the carrier of the aura during the sensing was initially stabilized.

Luo Liang's thoughts leap again.

Swish!

Super-dimensional information brings him an unpredictable unknown situation.

Luo Liang saw a Taoist with disheveled hair and majestic figure sitting cross-legged in front of the primitive mountains beside a chaotic sea.

"Who are you?" Luo Liang asked subconsciously.

"I am a Taoist Wanjun, codenamed Primitive."

The Taoist emitting the Taoist looked at Luo Liang's words from afar, with a slightly complicated expression.

After saying that, the Taoist ignored Luo Liang. He surrounded his five-colored chaotic thunder, and there were three thousand great roads shining above his head, as if he was dealing with some great horror.

Luo Liang looked closely and was startled.

Opposite the Primitive, there is a dark gray-white Primitive.

Two primitive people, one light and one dark, are close to the late ruler, sit opposite each other, discuss the way, and sometimes they make fists and palms.

The dark primitive man was chatting and laughing, and his breath became stronger and stronger.

As we see, the grayish white and gloomy atmosphere is eroding the bright primitives little by little.

"Boy, don't rush to draw a conclusion. I am the real primitive, President Wanjun."
Chapter completed!