The Divine Palace of Creation.

Only Chen Xi remained within the empty hall, yet he wasn’t anxious and looked at his surroundings. He looked at the myriad of doors in his surroundings for a good while before he asked. “Senior, which door do you think I should choose?”

After staying silent for a short while, the tiny cauldron didn’t answer him but asked another question in reply. “Do you know how many cultivators have come here since the primeval times until now?”

Chen Xi was stunned and didn’t know how to answer this.

The primeval times were too far away after all, and it was far to the point of seeming like a legend. According to legend, it was a period of time where the chaos had just been split apart and the three dimensions had just been established, and it was a desolate and chaotic scene.

At that time, everything in the world was born with intelligence. Fiendgods roamed freely while the saints fought for supremacy, and they created numerous myths that shook the heavens and the earth. Numerous supreme and almighty figures of the three dimensions were born during that period of time.

The Dark Parasol’s Abyss was precisely formed from a divine tree in the primeval times that linked the Immortal Dimension and the Mortal Dimension, and it was already a matter of countless years ago. No one was able to be sure exactly how many living beings had stepped foot within it in...