When one was ignorant about his surroundings, a hundred years had passed.
"The immortal opportunity is really hard to find…"
A hornless dragon head full of bone spikes and a long dragon beard poked out of the chaotic, turbid air. Following that was the huge dragon body with the embryonic form of lightning's nomological powers. Under the echo of the power of the immortal symbol, nomological power was tightly wrapped around the dragon's body. It was a sign that his cultivation had reached the peak of the Incarnation stage.
Finally, there was a similarly huge tail of nothingness. It was faintly discernible as if it were between existence and non-existence. With a casual pull, a large amount of chaotic, turbid air exploded and dispersed, splitting into small lands that looked like secret realms.
Such small lands that couldn't become worlds couldn't exist in the Sea of Realms. Therefore, at the beginning of its birth, these small lands began to be destroyed.