Opening the Heavens, Waiting for the Right Time!

Heaven-Opening, Waiting for the Moment!...

Clear qi rose; turbid qi sank.

Within the gray murk that had remained unchanged since time immemorial, a boundary between light and dark appeared for the first time.

But chaos was unwilling.

The wound that had been torn open began healing frantically the instant the axe-light dissipated.

The two qi, clear and turbid, tangled with each other, trying to merge back into one.

Zhou Ming did not stop.

The second axe struck out.

The axe-light was more solid than the first, purer. That white line was torn open once more, expanding several times over to both sides.

The clear qi was swept upward by the axe-light, surging into the heights, while the turbid qi was suppressed downward by the intent of the axe, sinking below.

Chaos healed again.

The third axe.

The fourth axe.

The fifth axe.

Zhou Ming swung one axe after another, tireless.

Every axe contained his entire understanding of the Dao of Force, and every axe added a new rule to this newborn world.

The speed at which chaos healed began to slow.

That force trying to fuse the clear and turbid qi back together grew weaker and weaker beneath the repeated impacts of the axe-light.

The clear qi gathered above into a hazy dome, while the turbid qi settled below into a chaotic land.

When Zhou Ming chopped down with the final axe, the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe in his hand let out a mournful cry, and the axe blade was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

This Chaos Supreme Treasure, after completing its mission of opening heaven and splitting earth, had already neared its limit.

And the chaos before him had completely changed its appearance.

Above was an infinitely high firmament; below was a boundlessly thick earth. The illusory shadows of the Sun,