Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes deep and distant.
There was disappointment.
But that's just how it is.
The world is unpredictable; not everything goes as planned.
This truth, Ye Xuan has long understood.
Throughout the long years, not everything went his way either.
On the contrary, the journey is always filled with twists and turns.
As the saying goes, life is often unsatisfactory; the worries that can be shared are few.
"At worst, wait at the end of the Emperor Road for a Quasi-Emperor to come."
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and muttered to himself.
However.
As Ye Xuan turned to start climbing, a sphere of chaotic light appeared before him.
Within that sphere of light, a vague scripture emerged.
Chaos Qi rolled across the surface of the scripture, obscuring it.
"The Book of Chaos?"
Ye Xuan was somewhat surprised upon seeing this scene.
The scripture was made of the rarest material in the world—the Book of Chaos.
