At this moment, under the vast expanse of the firmament, a dim light breeze began to rise.
The light breeze, like the sky darkening and the ground going obscure, swept across in an overwhelming fashion.
Primordial beings, tracing back to the origin.
Within the dim light breeze, the entire firmament seemed to darken, with flying sand and stones, the sun obscured from view.
A ray of light enveloped Xu Zimei within it.
"Retrace," the Primordial uttered lightly.
Void began to fluctuate, as if time and space were reversing, each moment impeccably orchestrated.
Centered around Xu Zimei, that patch of void completely collapsed.
"This is a unique ability of the Primordial Body—to trace someone back to their very origin," the Primordial said, looking at Xu Zimei.
"No matter what existence you are, you didn't appear out of thin air; there's always an origin."
"Is that so," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Do you know why I didn't stop you?"
"Why?" the Primordial asked, frowning.
