And when the perception was retracted, Han Yi's expression minutely shifted.
He beckoned gently.
In those worlds that were reviving before him, a strand of peculiar power was drawn to his fingertips, circling around them.
This strand of peculiar power was precisely the Chaotic Power.
Just now, in an instant, he sensed that the Great Tao within this space, under the influence of those reviving worlds, also began to fluctuate, and the strand of Chaotic Power at his fingertips emerged from it.
"Chaotic Power."
"It seems that my conjecture is not wrong. If this Tao Stele absorbs enough Boundary Power, as more worlds revive, the void transforms, and Chaos is reborn, it will transform this space into a Tao Domain, maybe even a small Chaos Realm."
"This method is worth a try."
