Time flew by, and three months passed quietly within the Primordial Chaos Realm.
On this day, deep within the Hall of Eternity, the core secret chamber shrouded in layers of chaotic light screens—through which neither light nor sound could pass—finally stirred.
The chaotic light screens enveloping the chamber rippled like a pond struck by a pebble, spreading gentle rings of waves. These ripples were not energy shocks, but a deeper fluctuation, as though space itself were rejoicing. Then, like ice and snow melting away, the light screens silently dispersed, revealing the ancient Stone Gate of the secret chamber.
The Stone Gate slowly opened.
A figure stepped out. It was Mo Lin.
He was still dressed in simple white robes, and his face had not changed much, retaining the appearance of a youth. Yet his entire aura had undergone an earth-shattering transformation!
If Mo Lin from three months ago had been an unmatched divine weapon hidden within its sheath, its edge restrained yet still sharp enough to be felt, then Mo Lin now seemed to have completely returned to simplicity, perfectly merging with the surrounding heaven, earth, and void. Not a trace of energy leaked from him. His gaze was calm and gentle, and even the corner of his lips bore a lazy smile. He looked like nothing more than an utterly harmless boy next door.
Yet if a true expert had been present and carefully sensed him with divine awareness, they would have discovered in horror that the Mo Lin before them seemed not to exist at all! His very existence was a kind of "emptiness," a higher state that transcended the scope of ordinary energy perception!
It was as if he stood there, yet was everywhere at once, closely linked to every inch of space and every wisp of