The Vanishing Great Dao Realm!

Pangu's voice faded into the void, yet Zhou Ming did not move for a long time.

The Great Dao fell into silent extinction.

Proving the Dao anew.

Those words echoed within his true spirit, each one as heavy as chaos.

He had only just broken free from the tribulation of proving the Dao, and he knew full well how difficult that final step had been.

And Pangu had actually experienced one complete failure, falling from the cloud-heights of the Great Dao realm, then climbing back up again.

What kind of perseverance, what kind of Dao heart that required—Zhou Ming could not imagine.

He had originally thought that after proving the Dao, it would be the end point of cultivation, true freedom and eternity.

But Pangu's experience had torn open before him another picture, one vaster, and far more dangerous.

A "Chaos Sea" formed from countless chaoses.

A "Nine Great Chaos" that had been divided apart to serve as the battlefield for proving the Dao.

A group of "native" experts who had long since proven the Dao, and a group of "foreign" Great Dao-realm beings of unknown origin.

A silent war that had lasted through countless epochs, using the nurturing of new Dao Provers as its chess pieces.

He, Zhou Ming, had just won his own victory in one tiny corner of this war, obtaining the qualifications to enter the field.

But placed within this boundless Chaos Sea, how insignificant was that victory?

Only after a long while did Zhou Ming raise his head again and look toward Pangu.

"Daoist Friend."

"Mm?"

"Those Great Dao-realm experts who came from beyond the Chaos Sea—what exactly is their purpose in coming here?"

He asked the greatest doubt in his heart.

"If they only wanted to invade the Chaos Sea, they could simply go