Within the chaos, another utterly different scene was unfolding.
Several thousand streaks of flowing light had already scattered into every corner.
The Karma System was the first to find its target.
A dark-purple giant cocoon hovered in a crevice amid the chaotic turbulence, its size smaller than Zhou Ming's by who knew how many times.
The Karma System circled the giant cocoon once, then released a wisp of Divine Thought and sent it probing inside.
The next instant, it stopped.
"This..."
Inside the giant cocoon, an illusory figure sat cross-legged. The laws circulating around its body were extremely faint, almost equivalent to an embryo that had only just condensed into a rudimentary form.
The Karma System's purple light flickered a few times, carrying a trace of confusion.
"Why is it so weak?"
According to its estimates, the demon gods nurtured by this chaos, even the weakest among them, should have the foundation of a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.
But the one before its eyes did not even count as a Golden Immortal.
Its source aura was pitifully thin, and its Great Dao foundation was even more empty and hollow. There was only a seed of the Law of Destiny buried deep in the very core of its Primordial Spirit.
"Could it be that the nurturing time is still too short?"
The Karma System did not dwell on it for too long.
Weakness, on the contrary, was better.
The weaker it was, the easier the possession would be.
It restrained all its rule fluctuations, transformed into an extremely fine purple thread, and soundlessly slipped into the giant cocoon.
Almost at the same time.
Across the chaos, similar scenes played out over and over.
The Punch-in System found the giant cocoon that contained the law of time.
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