The primordial spirit inner scenery is like a long, endless night, akin to an infinite black sky.
The heavy chains echo softly, clashing as the only sound amidst the utter silence, and in the depths of the chaos, a gigantic figure seems to be lurking...
He appears to be the only living being left in this desolate world, forgotten by heaven and earth, abandoned by all life, possessing only loneliness, only decay, only despair...
"Hehe, you have arrived... You have finally reached this step... To glimpse the supreme technique, to see the shattered past, to tread upon the destined future..."
The mysterious voice echoes softly, as if piercing through the vicissitudes of time, reverberating in the deepest part of the primordial spirit inner scenery.
"The Minor Divinity Splitting Technique is truly remarkable, you swallowed a Three Corpses Primordial Pill, blessed by the incense of Imprisoned Immortal Temple, no longer an ignorant consciousness."
