Zhou Ping's black shirt snapped in the gale. He stood at the very front of the Somersault Cloud, his eyes clear as swords, his sharp intent piercing the heavens!
He raised his head and looked toward the sky. Those pure, profound eyes seemed to see through the surface of the world, perceiving the void itself, reflecting every law of this world within them.
He saw it.
Deep within this vast and boundless world, law after law was woven through an invisible void, sustaining the operation of the entire world. Yet these laws seemed to have been divided by some force and scattered across different regions.
One Netherworld Law had been divided into more than a dozen portions. The ones that held the greatest shares of that law were only a few: Great Xia's Netherworld, India's Netherworld, the Norse Netherworld, Greece's Netherworld, and so on...
Flame Law, Lightning Law, Life Law, Time Law... These laws that had emerged at the birth of the world had almost all been divided among different gods. Many gods controlled laws of the same type, yet each differed somewhat.
At that moment, Zhou Ping understood many things.
So-called gods were supreme beings born with the power to wield laws.
But there were only so many laws in this world. Even if Zhou Ping shattered that ceiling and stepped into a realm no human had ever reached, gaining the power to control laws... which god would be willing to give him the law they controlled?
None.
In this world, not a single law belonged to him. Not a single law belonged to humanity.
Even if he entered this realm, there would be no law for him to use.
Zhou Ping stood above the clouds, staring into the void for a long time, motionless as a statue.
He