"An altar deliberately left exposed."
Li Yu raised his eyes to the ancient altar ahead. He stepped forward, and his body suddenly dispersed, transforming into Chaos Form as he passed through the layer of Chaos airflow sealing the altar.
Only Chaos could exist within Chaos. Without transforming into Chaos Form, Li Yu simply could not pass through.
But... why could the altar exist within the Chaos airflow?
Li Yu's figure materialized atop this ancient, enormous altar. Looking at it, Li Yu frowned slightly.
This was no ordinary altar, but one formed from Chaos. More importantly, he sensed a heart-palpitating power from it.
The altar spanned roughly a hundred zhang and was octagonal, resembling an Eight Trigrams disc.
At its center was a pitch-black, unfathomable black hole. Wild Chaos Turbulence churned madly within it. Matter, order, space-time, karma, fate—everything was a complete mess.
It was as though an immense, violent Chaos Turbulence had been imprisoned in the center of the altar just as it was about to erupt and annihilate everything.
The power that made Li Yu's heart tremble came from that black hole.
That Chaos Turbulence on the verge of erupting into annihilation would pose immense danger even to him in his Chaos Form.
Around the black hole, the octagonal altar was divided into eight regions. Each region emitted a different aura, as though... each aura was a kind of Chaos.
"A kind of Chaos?"
In Li Yu's eyes, Chaos was singular. No matter how its outward appearance changed, its essence remained the same—it was all Chaos.
For instance, the armor worn by the Terracotta Warriors Li Yu had encountered, and the armor and weapons of the silver-armored generals, were all different, yet their essence was the same.
Yet the eight auras emanating from the eight sides of the altar