Gui Qi stood half a step behind him, his deep blue eyes also surging with shock: “Mr. Chen’s chaotic power is the source of all laws. Yin energy is also a kind of law, and in front of him… it will ultimately return to its origin.”

The yin energy continued to surge out for a full three hours.

From dusk to midnight, and from midnight to dawn, the crack, like an unhealable wound, continuously oozes black blood.

Chen Ping stood like a silent fortress in front of the crack, blocking, swallowing, and dissolving the surging darkness.

His face was somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down his chin and dripped onto the black rock with a very faint pattering sound.

Those purple eyes grew brighter and brighter, like gems that had been repeatedly polished, reflecting a deep light under the dark red glow.

The chaotic fire within him burned ever brighter and purer, each breath carrying a wisp of faint gray mist.