Chaos Forms a Cocoon, Fate's Gestation

Chaos Formed a Cocoon, Destiny's Gestation...

Zhou Ming walked aimlessly, wrapped in a loneliness he had never felt before.

This was not an emotion, but a fact.

Since his birth, he had never truly traveled through this Chaos that had nurtured him.

Before, his strength had been insufficient. Later, he had had no time. There had always been one matter or another.

Now, he finally had the chance.

Zhou Ming's Divine Sense spread out in every direction like an invisible tide.

The range covered by his Divine Sense could no longer be measured by any unit.

Yet within this boundless Chaos, it still seemed tiny.

He began to walk.

His pace was not fast. Step by step, he measured this most ancient spacetime.

He was searching.

Searching for Yang Mei. He had always been a hidden danger.

The path of proving the Dao allowed no accidents.

Before he began, he had to sweep away every potential threat.

Chaos had no concept of time, and Zhou Ming did not try to calculate it.

He passed through one chaotic region after another filled with destructive storms, and crossed one void zone after another so deathly still that even laws had nearly congealed.

He saw surging undercurrents of Chaos, the power contained within them enough to easily tear a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin to pieces.

He did not find Yang Mei.

Nor did he find any living being with complete intelligence aside from himself.

The whole of Chaos seemed to have only him left alive.

Zhou Ming was not surprised.

If the Space Demon God was bent on hiding, then in this Chaos, no one could find him.

He was only doing what he ought to do.

Who knew how much time had passed.

Perhaps ten thousand years. Perhaps one hundred