I looked at the Netherheaven Ancient Universe before me, yet I was utterly at a loss as to how to reach the Progenitor Universe.
After all, the Netherheaven Ancient Universe before me was merely wrapped in a thin layer of blood rain, as though heaven and earth were mourning in grief.
I extended a finger and calculated, but I had not moved away from this Three-Thousand Proving-the-Dao Universe.
I had merely begun trying to observe the surrounding situation with my own eyes.
The laws of my Three-Thousand Universes constantly shifted as I observed. Yet as my laws changed, time continued to flow without pause.
There was not the slightest possibility of seeing through its essence.
It was only as if countless blood mists had fallen, drifting and scattering through the air. After consuming a sufficient amount of time, I deduced it once more!
Suddenly, I seemed to understand something!
In the vast, boundless realm of infinite universes, since there was already a Progenitor Universe transcending all mortal things, it should be the beginning of all things, the source of space and time, and the cradle in which all laws and life were nurtured.
This universe was so immense that no words could fully describe its grandeur, and no thoughts could exhaust its mysteries.
That was why even an immortal's heart could not glimpse even a fraction of its true form.
Although the Progenitor Universe might have been born from chaos, it certainly was not as simple as chaos alone!
It might have had no sky or earth, no light or darkness, and might even have been utterly pure and immaculate!
And at this moment, I could no longer be considered an individual immortal spirit. I was both the Dao lineage itself and the root of the entire Three-Thousand Proving-the-Dao Universe's