Chaos was silent and soundless.
Thousands upon thousands of giant cocoons lay scattered through the boundless darkness, each breathing in and out the Qi of Chaos Origin, slowly and steadfastly gestating something.
The gray giant cocoon that wrapped around Zhou Ming hovered quietly, held aloft by the thirty-sixth-grade Green Lotus of Creation.
With every breath it exhaled and inhaled, it stirred the Chaos airflow for hundreds of millions of miles around.
As if it were nurturing an ultimate existence that would soon tear apart this eternal silence.
Apart from that, there was no sound at all.
At some unknown moment, within this Chaos that had lain deathly still for countless Kalpas, the first ray of light quietly lit up.
Immediately after came a second, a third...
Several thousand streams of light pierced through the barrier of this Chaos from some unknown place beyond Chaos and filed in one after another.
They were extremely small in size, each only as large as a fist, radiating faint glows of various colors.
Gold, silver, green, purple, gray...
Several thousand streams of light traveled through Chaos at astonishing speed, yet they deliberately restrained the fluctuations of their own auras, converging toward the same direction.
In the depths of Chaos, there was a deathly still region where the Laws had almost congealed.
Several thousand streams of light stopped here, hovering in the void, drawing close to one another and forming a loose circular formation.
Silence lasted for a moment.
A golden ball of light was the first to speak. It was a size larger than the other balls of light and emitted a steady, oppressive aura.
"We're here."
"This is the place."
"The Enlightenment System died in this Chaos."
As the golden ball of light's words fell, the several thousand surrounding streams of light all