Zhou Ming walked aimlessly, wrapped in an unprecedented loneliness.
This was not an emotion, but a fact.
Since his birth, he had never truly traveled through this chaos that had nurtured him.
Before, his strength had been insufficient; later, he had had no time. There had always been one thing or another.
Now, he finally had the chance.
Zhou Ming's Divine Thought spread out in all directions like an invisible tide.
The range covered by his Divine Thought could no longer be measured by any unit.
Yet within this boundless chaos, it still seemed tiny.
He began to walk.
His speed was not fast; step by step, he measured this most ancient stretch of space-time.
He was searching.
Searching for Yang Mei. He had always been a hidden danger.
The path of Dao validation allowed no accidents.
Before he began, he had to sweep away every potential threat.
Chaos had no concept of time, and Zhou Ming did not calculate it.
He passed through one chaotic region after another filled with destructive storms, and also crossed one void zone after another so deathly silent that even the laws seemed nearly frozen.
He saw surging undercurrents of chaos, the power contained within them enough to easily tear apart a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.
He did not find Yang Mei.
Nor did he find any living being besides himself that possessed complete intelligence.
The entire chaos seemed to have only him left alive.
Zhou Ming was not surprised.
If the Space Demon God was set on hiding, then in this chaos, no one could find him to begin with.
He was merely doing what he ought to do.
Who knew how long had passed.
Perhaps ten thousand years, perhaps a hundred thousand years.
For the first time, a will from