In the boundless chaos, a torrent formed from several thousand auras converged and stopped before Zhou Ming.
Zhou Ming stood atop the Thirty-Six Grade Green Lotus of Creation, his expression not wavering in the slightest.
His gaze swept over the faces before him—each of them different in form, yet all revealing greed and wariness.
Zhou Ming withdrew his appraising gaze, not lingering any longer on those demon gods.
Yang Mei.
He was the only one worth a proper look.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell on Yang Mei and stayed there for a moment.
Yang Mei was looking at him too.
The two of them faced each other across a surging expanse of chaos, neither making the first move.
Zhou Ming spoke.
"I am Zhou Ming."
"Today, I create the heavens."
Those mere eight words, driven by peak Hunyuan Wuji Magic Power, shook the Chaos Void for hundreds of millions of miles.
The few at the front were the first to come back to their senses. One of them, a demon god who wielded the law of thunder, took a step forward, lightning arcs dancing all over his body.
"I don't care who you are!"
"If you want World Creation, get past us first!"
Behind him, dozens of voices rose in agreement one after another.
"Exactly! This chaos is our chaos! How can we allow you to split it open just because you say so!"
"Stop him!"
For a time, the crowd was roused to fury. The momentum of several thousand demon gods gathered together, stirring the surrounding Chaos airflow into violent upheaval.
Zhou Ming glanced at them.
Trash like this thinks it's worthy of blocking my path?
Zhou Ming gave a cold snort, carrying no emotion, only pure indifference.
"If you want to stop me from creating the heavens, then let's