Chaos curse, eternal shadow, undying through generations!
This phrase was as heavy as the eternal heavenly vault, weighing down Ye Xuan almost to the point of suffocation; he knew he couldn't bear it, but he must endure it.
Ye Xuan laughed, his laughter was mysterious, yet lonely.
Past, present, future!
Ye Xuan's three thousand strands of hair fluttered in the forbidden extreme land, his eyes became extraordinarily profound; the him of this world cannot bear the chaos curse, but can his future self break it?
Forbidden extreme land, concealing the heavenly mysteries.
As if in the unseen, Heaven granted Ye Xuan a chance, a chance for his future body to appear.
In this forbidden extreme land, chaos's heavenly mysteries do not exist, the rules are not revealed here; he transforms the future can be displayed, when his future self converges with his present self, perhaps there is a sliver of chance to break the chaos curse.
