The End of Primordial Chaos
An Bulang sensed an unprecedentedly powerful force of spatial world law.
It was as though he had crossed the Myriad Worlds in an instant, transcending heaven, earth, and the universe.
Even a powerhouse of his caliber felt dizzy and muddleheaded!
Then, the world changed.
When the power of teleportation vanished, there was nothing in sight.
Nalan Jinli, Hua Xingyu, Jin Yuexi, Ji Yinyin, and the others had vanished as well. It seemed they had all been separated.
There was a road beneath his feet, though he had no idea what material it was made of.
The road ahead was hazy, shrouded in mysterious mist. He could neither see through it nor peer beyond it. Everything was unknown.
But when An Bulang stepped onto the road, his heart shuddered violently!
A power capable of tracing things back to their source enveloped his entire body.
The universe's greatest secrets and the essence of the world flooded into his mind in an instant.
Endless Dao, endless insights, nearly burst his head apart!
"Ah...!" An Bulang cried out in agony.
There was too much stuff, too much chaotic information!
There were incomparably precious insights into Dao intent, but there was also worthless information like the sun rising in the morning, eating noodles tonight, and taking a dump tomorrow. There was even nonsensical information like flowers blooming today and nine mosquitoes starving to death tonight...
Moreover, this excess garbage information was the mainstream. It poured into the youth's mind at all costs, nearly swelling his head until it burst and cracked apart. He completely lost the ability to think for himself, and his soul nearly collapsed as well.
But who was An Bulang? How could he possibly yield?
The Dao of Surfing emerged, and his True Self manifested. It protected