Normal structures that existed in primal-chaos would eventually be corroded into nothing. Even god items with deathless godliness were no exception and would eventually be destroyed.

That said, there were always ways to stave off the primal-chaos to create safe enclaves.

From what Yang Qi could tell, this was a sect set up by some powerful old-timer. In the very middle of all the mountains and buildings, there was a huge spell formation created with seven hundred imperial snakecharms, which constantly devoured the primal-chaos paleo-energy and transformed it into usable power.

Those talismans were what had turned this place into a habitable zone.

‘There they are,’ Yang Qi thought, and prepared to take them. He knew that it would result in the destruction of the formation, but there was nothing he could do about that. Before he could take action, however, a wave of power rose up behind him that was no weaker than anything...