Who Wouldn't Rush In?

The instant the two took a step forward, the entire Bridge of Space suddenly rang with a clear chime. The runes upon its surface lit up one after another like stars, radiating light that illuminated Chaos.

Hong Yuan and Yang Mei exchanged a glance, and their forms abruptly blurred.

Their physical bodies transformed into hundreds of millions of fragments of Dao Laws, flowing ceaselessly like a river of stars.

The trajectories of the Three Thousand Great Daos emerged around Hong Yuan, each one containing the mighty power of World Creation.

Yang Mei, meanwhile, became the embodiment of the spatial origin. Countless silver Dao Patterns of space wove themselves into profound patterns around him.

These two vast torrents of Dao Laws were entirely unaffected by the restriction of that half-finger-wide gap. Like water seeping through sand, they passed through the seemingly insignificant crack with effortless ease.

Once the Dao Laws reassembled, the two were already standing within an unfamiliar Chaos.

The Chaos Qi of this universe was unlike the pure void of the Primordial Wilderness. It shimmered with magnificent nine-colored streams of light, even more resplendent than the Chaos of the Primordial Wilderness.

Yang Mei half-closed his eyes as hundreds of millions of silver gleams emerged around him, carefully sensing every fluctuation of Dao Laws in this world.

His consciousness spread through the boundless Chaos like a spiderweb, catching every trace of possible hostility.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and all the silver light receded. "Fellow Daoist Hong Yuan, it seems our arrival has not alerted the powerful beings of this universe."

At that, a hint of amusement flashed through Hong Yuan's eyes.

He surveyed the gorgeous yet shattered Chaos, his blazing gaze sweeping across the wandering nine-colored streams and incomplete Dao Laws.

"Old Yang..." Hong Yuan suddenly