After the dust transformed from the Bronze Dao Treasury settled, the surrounding void fell into utter dead silence. Chu Qing hovered at the center of that endless hollow. He restrained all the Daluo radiance spilling from him, even drawing inward the aura that had once shaken dimensions. He knew full well that if he wanted to open a true ancient path of cultivation in this wasteland, he could not borrow any "authority" generated by any dimension.
"Rules are set by others. Data is written by others." Chu Qing slowly raised his hand. His fingertip lightly traced through the void, like a plow cutting through earth, tearing open a rift in this realm of nothingness. Within that rift, the chaotic energy that had originally been violent and disordered began to surge. He did not try to analyze or compile it. Instead, he took his ultimate state of "Daluo perfection" as a pure seed and slowly planted it into the rift.
This was his method of "Foundation Establishment": he did not cultivate laws, nor refine logic, but turned his own body into the Dao, and with a single thought transformed ten thousand ages.
As that "seed" fell, this void that had once been dead silent actually began to give off waves of rhythm like a heartbeat.
Just then, ripples spread from the depths of the void. Several ancient guards, their bodies wrapped in Correction Chains, broke through space and arrived.
"Chu Qing! You have violated the conservation of matter! You have illegally opened an energy source in the void. This is the highest-level violation!" the guard in the lead shouted, his eyes wide. In those eyes formed from streams of data, a cold warning flickered. "Initiating the Zero Return Protocol. Forcibly stripping away your existential weight!"
The chains in their hands instantly