Origin Lake, Lake Heart Island.
Lu fan sat upright on the thousand blade chair. Threads of spiritual sense were drawn out and wrapped around the fingernail-sized ball of light in his palm.
The power of chaos was a high-level energy.
It was even higher than the origin energy.
Although it was only a one-mightier power of chaos, it was not easy to deal with.
Lu fan wanted to control this power of chaos. His spiritual sense rushed out and washed away this power of chaos.
If Lu Fan's spiritual sense was like the waves of the vast sea, then the power of chaos was like a rock in the waves of the vast sea, unmoving.
Every time it collided, the sea water would create huge waves.
It was rare for Lu fan to be serious.
He knew that this was a matter of grinding an iron rod into a needle, so he was not too anxious. He seeped his spiritual sense into this power bit by bit.
Time passed by bit by bit.