Time and space shifted, and the bizarre scene before them suddenly froze.
Li Wuyang felt his body grow light, and he found himself in an indescribably wondrous place. It was neither a palace nor a blessed grotto-heaven, but an endless expanse of chaotic void. Yet the chaos here was utterly different from the violent, surging currents outside. It was gentle and peaceful, like amniotic fluid within a womb, flowing with the Origin Aura that nourished all things. Floating in the void were several objects that seemed casually placed, yet conformed to the rhythm of the Great Dao's simplicity: a verdant sapling whose leaves reflected phantoms of Stars' Life and Death, an ancient well shrouded in Qi of Creation, and several stubborn Chaos stones shaped like meditation cushions, their surfaces naturally etched with profound Dao patterns.
This was Primordial Father's "humble abode" within the boundless Chaos Sea—a "Origin Dao Realm" that transcended all heavens and worlds, manifested from his own will.
"Enough standing around like a stunned Chaos Beast cub." Primordial Father's blurry figure had become somewhat more solid, taking the form of a middle-aged Daoist in a plain gray robe. His face remained indistinct, but he carried a lazy smile. Sitting casually atop a Chaos stone with one leg crossed over the other, he looked Li Wuyang over. Li Wuyang was covered in wounds, his aura weak and dispirited. "Clean up that battered mess of yours first. It's painful to look at."
With a flick of his finger, an indescribably pure strand of Primordial Violet Qi flew from his fingertip and entered Li Wuyang's body. In an instant, Li Wuyang felt a warm, majestic energy brimming with infinite vitality and the mysteries of creation flow through him. His damaged meridians and bones, even the cracked Grand Unity Dao Fruit, healed