Zhou Ming's brow lifted slightly at those words.
He finally understood why Purple Moon had looked at him so strangely when he asked that question earlier.
In the Primordial Universe, this was clearly common knowledge known to everyone.
Yet he, a "powerhouse" with overwhelming strength, knew nothing of such basic knowledge and had even asked a question whose answer he supposedly already knew. Naturally, it would make her suspicious.
Zhou Ming did not explain why he had not known. Instead, he swiftly weighed Purple Moon's words in his mind.
Pseudo-Saints hunted pseudo-Saints, plundering their origins and laws.
How was that any different from the Chaos Dao-Devouring Beasts in the Chaos Sea devouring the laws of Great Dao realm experts?
The laws of survival here were simple, brutal, and utterly undisguised.
Zhou Ming looked at Qing Yang and Purple Moon before him.
The brother and sister were quite gifted. Having cultivated to the Saint realm, the origins of their laws were naturally not weak.
In the eyes of those peak Saints seeking to advance further, they were two walking slabs of fat.
He quickly considered Purple Moon's proposal.
To control a world and cultivate in seclusion within it—this proposal truly tempted him.
He was currently at a critical stage of merging his laws. The Great Dao of Strength within him was being tightly suppressed by the underlying rules of the Primordial Universe.
If he simply found an asteroid belt in the chaotic void to cultivate in seclusion, then just like today, he could be interrupted at any moment by passing cultivators.
There was too much uncertainty in that.
If he could go to a small world and become its World Master, he could complete the fusion of his laws in peace.
As for whether Qing Yang and Purple Moon might plot