The curtains of the battle had descended with the death of the Ghost Emperor Li Huang and the three Xeno-race experts that had arrived at the Primeval Battlefield.

The experts from the various Dynasties and the emissaries of the Dark Reverie had returned to their residences to recuperate and rest long ago, causing the enormous Primeval City to be silent, to the point only the sound of the piercingly cold wind whistling could be heard.

Everything had returned once more to calm.

Primeval City, northeast area.

It was already dusk on the second day when Chen Xi woke up in a spacious room.

He crawled up from the bed and raised his arms, yet felt slightly weak. This was a sign of his overuse of strength. Luckily, his constitution was sufficiently strong, so there were no signs of his vital blood being dried up or his quintessence being ruined. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be an easy task to recover completely.

After that, Chen Xi suddenly seemed to have thought of something, causing him to raise his hand and touch his chest, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed the tiny cauldron was still there. Moreover, the numerous scenes that occurred earlier clearly gushed out into his mind.

On that day, the tiny cauldron had emanated a divine brilliance as it brought him along...