The sight before them far surpassed anything they had imagined.
It was no chaotic current or energy storm, but a still, white ocean.
It was not a sea of matter. It was a sedimentary layer of laws formed from broken, solidified Laws and Dao Patterns, dormant energy, and scattered Origin.
Like the lifeless remains of a primordial beast, it lay spread across the Void, so vast that no edge could be seen. It stretched beyond the limits of sight and Divine Sense.
The sea of laws was chiefly a deathly gray-white, yet countless mottled scraps of color were scattered through it: scorch marks left by spent Fire Law, the ghostly glimmer of Ice Crystals condensed from shattered Water Law, flickering phantoms of Purple Lightning arcs from broken lightning laws, and the dark green aura of rotting Life Law.
They were like insects frozen in Time Amber, caught in the posture of their final instant, with no life left in them.
Countless remains floated above the sea.
There were shattered bones of Gods and Devils as large as stars, branded with long-faded Innate Dao Patterns and still emanating the lingering pressure of their might.
There were broken, rust-pitted fragments of gigantic immortal weapons. The outlines of blades, swords, halberds, and towers could still be made out, and even the smallest fragment dwarfed a mountain.
There were also withered branches of world trees, turned hard as stone, their limbs twisted as though they had endured endless agony before death.
Stranger still were things whose forms defied all understanding: clumps of laws seemingly kneaded together by force, or bizarre husks left by beings beyond comprehension. The aura they gave off could shake a person's reason.
An indescribable gloom, oppression, and despair hung over the place.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning here,