Xu Ying was startled. That voice hadn't come from Yuan Weiyang. Could there be a third person here?
Of course, there was no third person here.
The only other presence was a dead man inside the coffin behind him.
Could this dead man still speak?
Suddenly, Xu Ying ventured, "May I ask, Dao brother, how does one create a world?"
The moment he said this, boundless light suddenly exploded before his eyes. Amid the radiance, the surging Sea of Chaos came rushing in and swallowed him whole.
"An illusion! This is the divine consciousness of an unrivaled expert, creating an illusion before me!" Xu Ying steadied his mind, utterly unafraid.
Just then, he saw a small boat sailing through the turbulent Sea of Chaos. A man in blue robes stood on it with his hands behind his back, his aura wild beyond compare, like a god or a demon. Suddenly, a magnificent portal appeared behind him. With a thunderous roar, it propped open the Sea of Chaos and radiated heaven-shaking might!
That portal was incomparably intricate, shaped like the Chinese character for "shaman." On either side, two people knelt half-sitting, their shoulders supporting the heavens and their feet treading upon the earth. The muscles of their physical bodies were savage and ferocious, displaying strength and beauty in equal measure.
As the blue-robed man at the bow threw out a punch, the portal burst open. In an instant, the Dao power contained within nearly an entire universe's endless flow of time surged out. It was the power of an alien Dao—violent and domineering beyond compare. It tore apart the Sea of Chaos, and boundless power split open immeasurable quantities of Primordial Chaos Qi!
This was creating something from nothing. From the empty Sea of Chaos, a universe was opened out of