Originally, Lin Xun had planned to set off as soon as he condensed the seedling of the Primal Chaos Tree. However, just as he was about to leave, an unexpected event stopped him in his tracks. 0

That day, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the golden dragon cocoon!0

Crack… Crack…0

When Lin Xun carefully retrieved the golden dragon cocoon, he heard faint rustling sounds as fragments etched with strange dao runes began to fall away. 0

As each piece dropped, it dissolved like melting snow, vanishing into the air.0

However, Lin Xun no longer paid any attention to that.0

His hands were clenched tight. 0

His body went rigid. 0

His eyes widened as he stared at the golden dragon cocoon that was constantly undergoing transformation.0

His state of mind that was always as calm as ice and as unshakable as a mountain, even in the face of death, began to waver.  0

A surge of tension, nervousness, excitement, and unease—emotions that he had never experienced so fiercely rushed through his chest like a sudden storm, stretching him taut like a drawn bowstring.  0

Creak… Creak...0

The faint...0