Two days later.
On the island.
Amid the rolling mist, a colossal gate that had been mostly repaired stood towering over the island. An ancient, mysterious aura seeped outward from the island's edges, while the corpses of small fish floated across the water's surface.
Within a radius of ten li, a dead zone had already formed.
An Qingyu sat cross-legged on the ground. Beneath his broad black cloak, more than half his body had turned gray. His profound eyes slowly opened, as intimidating as a boundless starry sky.
Compared to ten days ago, his aura had completely fused with the Gate of Truth above him, crossing the barrier of the Lord God level and reaching the Supreme Realm.
With the Gate of Truth's restoration and the gradual awakening of the Key of Doors, the realm of humanity no longer held any meaning for him. In terms of his life level, he had completely broken free from this world's restraints... yet his soul remained imprisoned within this grayness.
"Good afternoon, my old friend." A voice drifted leisurely out of the mist as a chaotic figure emerged.
With its hands behind its back and a brilliant smile on its dark face, Chaos seemed to be in an excellent mood.
An Qingyu glanced at it without speaking.
"What? I only knocked you out once, and now you can't be bothered to talk to me?" Chaos raised a brow.
"Who knows whether you're talking to me?"
"Don't be so distant. Judging by your aura, you and It... are no different anymore." Chaos spread its hands helplessly. "Don't worry, I'm not here to beat you up today. I'm just going to your place to pick something up and stopped by to say hello."
Pick something up?
An Qingyu narrowed his eyes, his deep gaze seeming