The Hongmeng Universe, Northern Territory.
This place was even more desolate than the Western Wasteland and the Eastern Extremity.
The Chaos airflow was no longer violent, but possessed an almost solidified, deathly stillness. Any Divine Thought sent into it was like a clay ox entering the sea, slowly devoured and assimilated by an invisible force.
Zhou Ming and his three companions had spent over a hundred years traveling through this deathly silent region.
"Is that fatty Duobao's information even accurate?" Hongchu complained impatiently as he surveyed the unchanging gray Chaos around them.
"Could anyone hide in this godforsaken place where even birds won't shit?"
He had already asked that question at least ten times.
"Fellow Daoist Houtu commands the Dao of Earth and has integrated the Law of Reincarnation. Concealment and defense are her greatest strengths," Cang Xuan said calmly.
"The more deathly and desolate a place is, the safer a refuge it becomes for her."
"It isn't the accuracy of the information that worries me," Taichu said slowly.
"I'm worried that Fellow Daoist Houtu might already have..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but everyone understood what he meant.
She had been missing for hundreds of thousands of years, without a single word from her.
Against pursuit by the entire Hongmeng Universe, one person's strength was ultimately limited.
Zhou Ming said nothing. His Divine Thought reached like an invisible thread into the deepest recesses of this deathly silent Chaos, carefully distinguishing every exceedingly faint fluctuation of Law within it.
"Found her."
He looked toward a patch of Chaos ahead that appeared no different from its surroundings.
Hongchu, Cang Xuan, and Taichu perked up and all looked over.
Zhou Ming raised his hand and gently pointed at that stretch of void.
The Dao of Strength surged forth without a sound.