When Li Chen opened his eyes, what he saw was a void of darkness.
But soon, the blackness gradually faded away.
In its place, a series of transformations of the starry sky, sunsets, and moonfalls appeared, with countless mysterious and profound laws constantly changing and twisting.
At this moment, even if a Dao Saint were to see his eyes, their Dao Heart would likely be damaged, and their Mind Spirit severely wounded.
It's a pity, though, that no one could witness such a scene.
And after the endless transformations, these unique colors gradually subsided.
Finally, tranquility returned.
A pair of distinctly black and white eyes appeared once again in Li Chen's eye sockets.
"Finally... back."
No one knows what he experienced during these eighty million years, nor does anyone know the price he paid to regain control of his body.
Perhaps, for a Palm Realm Powerhouse, eighty million years of closed-door cultivation might be long, but it's nothing extraordinary.
