Inside the giant cocoon, Zhou Ming sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly lowered.
His Primordial Spirit had fully awakened countless Kalpas ago.
The reason he had not broken free of the cocoon was not that his gestation was incomplete.
It was because there was still one thing he had yet to finish.
His Primordial Spirit turned slightly, falling upon a body hovering beside him.
It was a perfect Dao Body.
The seven Rule Cores had been refined by him one by one, dismantled, then reforged.
The foreign rules contained within them had been stripped away completely, leaving only the purest essence of energy, which fused with the chaos origin and was ultimately forged into this fleshly body.
After being nurtured continuously for so many Kalpas, the power of this Dao Body had already climbed to the late stage of the Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal.
It lacked only one step.
So long as his Primordial Spirit entered it, it could instantly erupt with battle power sufficient to shake the chaos.
Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit swept over every inch of meridians and every law pattern in this body, confirming it three times over.
There were no flaws.
This was the surprise he had prepared for those systems.
It was also his greatest trump card.
They thought they had seized the initiative. They thought the "Pangu" of this chaos was still asleep, utterly unaware.
But "Pangu" had never slept.
Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit stirred slightly, and an invisible force wrapped around that Dao Body, slowly shrinking it until it finally became a gray bead the size of a thumb. It sank into his body and hid in the deepest reaches of his Primordial Spirit.
After doing all this, he opened his eyes.
It was time to go out.
He rose to his feet.