Wandering Chaos

"This is a Golden Crystal Flower—collect it."

"Oh? This is Fire Phosphorus Ore—collect it."

"Jade Dew Grass—collect it."

"This is a stone... uh, just an ordinary stone. Whatever, collect it too."

Along the way, Lin Tian was like a ravenous Pixiu; wherever he passed, no item could escape his grasp.

Whether it was a nondescript ordinary stone or an unremarkable blade of grass, he let nothing go, sweeping it all into his bag.

Because of this frenzied plundering, the ground he crossed became pitted and scarred, gouged and ravaged, as if it had suffered some terrible calamity.

Anyone unaware of the truth, seeing this scene, would surely think a fierce battle or a major upheaval had taken place here.

Yet, for this seemingly absurd behavior, Lin Tian had his own unique justification.

According to him, everything within Chaos was a rare treasure.

Even those things that seemed trivial and worthless here—

if brought to the Primordial World, even the tiniest scrap would spark a frenzy of competition.

Adhering to the principle of never wasting a single resource, Lin Tian unhesitatingly stuffed all the gathered items into the Chaos Pearl.

After all, Chaos was destined for destruction and extinction sooner or later—if not now, when?

At a certain moment, Lin Tian suddenly felt a ripple in his mind, an indescribable pull coming from his left side.

He turned his head instinctively, thinking to himself: Could there be some extraordinary treasure hidden here?

Though he still didn't know what was drawing his mind so powerfully, the mere fact that it could shake his inner self meant this object was no ordinary thing.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lin Tian poured more power into his mana and shot toward the mysterious source of attraction like a bolt of lightning.

Time slipped away unnoticed; who knew how long had passed... Finally, Lin Tian slowly came to a halt.

"Is this the thing that stirred my heart and shook my soul?" he murmured to himself, gazing into the distance.

Where his eyes landed, Chaos Qi churned like surging waves, and layers of air currents rolled and tumbled endlessly around him.

Clearly, a formidable formation existed here, and at the very center of this mysterious array, an ancient longsword hung silently in midair.

It was a sword of a uniform gray hue—unremarkable at first glance—but being guarded by such a powerful formation, its origins were surely extraordinary!

"So it's the legendary Annihilation God-Slaying Formation? Hmph, nothing special—it won't stop me!" Lin Tian fixed his gaze on the formation before him and recognized it at a glance.

This formation was extremely dangerous; anyone entering it carelessly would lose their life.

Fortunately, he possessed the supreme scripture—the Chaos Great Dao Art.

This wondrous book encompassed everything, leaving nothing out.

Its records on the art of formations were also exhaustive, so Lin Tian had considerable confidence in breaking this array.

Throughout his long journey, Lin Tian had encountered all kinds of formations, large and small.

Yet, relying on his profound knowledge of formation principles and rich experience, none of those formations had ever posed a real threat to him; he had dismantled them all with ease.

Now, facing this fearsome formation that claimed to slay gods and immortals, Lin Tian did not act rashly.

Instead, he quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a deep meditative state, beginning to study the mysteries of this formation carefully.

Ten thousand years passed...

Finally, Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting into a confident smile.

Then he rose to his feet, his hands moving as vast, surging mana burst from his palms like a flood breaking through a dam, slamming straight into the weakest node of the formation!

A thunderous boom echoed, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

Struck by this overwhelming force, the once-indestructible formation instantly revealed a clear crack.

Seeing this, Lin Tian did not stop; he continued to pour on more power with each strike.

With every blow, the crack spread visibly, accompanied by a hissing sound.

As the final strike crashed down, the whole space quaked.

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and the once-unbreakable formation collapsed in an instant, dissolving into specks of spiritual light that faded into the void.

Standing not far away, Lin Tian watched with a faint smile curling at his lips.

He waved his right hand lightly, and the sword suspended in midair, as if drawn by some mysterious force, flew toward him and settled steadily into his grasp.

But the moment Lin Tian gripped the hilt, a torrent of immense information surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

His vision blurred for an instant, and when he came to, he understood in his heart: So this sword is the legendary Chaos Supreme Treasure—the Chaos Sword!

He stared at the blade in his hand, his eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement.

This was a Chaos Supreme Treasure—in all of Chaos, it seemed only Pangu, the Son of the Great Dao, possessed one.

Extremely rare.

The body of the Chaos Sword glowed with a unique gray light, like flowing divinity, as if telling the world of its own transcendence and incomparable nature.

At the hilt, ancient and mysterious Chaos Divine Script was meticulously carved; upon closer inspection, two bold and powerful characters stood out—"Chaos."

Lin Tian caressed the blade of the Chaos Sword with deep affection, feeling the boundless might and vast aura contained within, and murmured to himself, "From now on, you shall journey with me—slay gods when we meet them, slay Buddhas when they block our path, and make sure all the world knows your fearsome renown!"

No sooner had he spoken than the Chaos Sword seemed to understand his words; its blade suddenly began to tremble violently, emitting a series of crisp, clear sword chimes that pierced the heavens.

The sword's cry was like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger, deafening and causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the Chaos Sword respond to him in this way, Lin Tian couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter, the sound echoing through the vast, boundless chaos.

Then, he stored the Chaos Sword within the Chaos Pearl in his bosom, and with a flicker of his form, continued on his unknown journey of wandering.

Who knew how much time had passed? Lin Tian, alone, kept traversing this vast, desolate Chaos World.

Yet, strangely enough, despite having wandered through this chaos for so long, he had not encountered even a single Chaos Demon God from beginning to end.

After careful deliberation, he reached a conclusion—it must be that the Great Dao had been wounded before and had yet to fully recover, thus delaying the birth of those Chaos Demon Gods.

At this thought, a sinister and treacherous smile suddenly crept across Lin Tian's face, and he muttered to himself, "Heh heh, this is perfect!

While these Chaos Demon Gods haven't yet come into being, I need to hurry and scour every corner, scooping up all the treasures for myself.

By the time they finally emerge and find not a single decent treasure around, we'll see what they do then, ha ha ha..."

Lin Tian laughed with utter arrogance at this moment; if the Great Dao were to hear these words, it would surely once again descend its awe-inspiring Great Dao Divine Thunder, mercilessly blasting Lin Tian into ashes.