Clear Qi rose; turbid Qi sank.
Within the eternal, unchanging gray murk, the boundary between light and darkness appeared for the first time.
But chaos was unwilling.
The wound that had been torn open began to heal madly the instant the axe-light dispersed.
The two Qis, clear and turbid, twined around each other, trying to merge back into one.
Zhou Ming did not stop.
The second axe fell.
The axe-light was more solid than the first strike, purer. That white line was torn open again, expanding several times toward both sides.
The clear Qi was swept upward by the axe-light, while the turbid Qi was suppressed by the axe intent and sank downward.
Chaos healed once more.
The third axe.
The fourth axe.
The fifth axe.
Zhou Ming swung one axe after another, tireless.
Every axe contained all his understanding of the Dao of Strength, and every axe added a new rule to this newborn world.
The speed at which chaos healed began to slow.
That force trying to fuse the clear and turbid Qis back together grew weaker and weaker under the repeated impacts of the axe-light.
The clear Qi gathered above into a hazy dome, while the turbid Qi settled below into a chaotic earth.
When Zhou Ming brought down the final axe, the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe in his hand let out a mournful cry, its blade covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
This Chaos Supreme Treasure, after completing its mission of opening heaven and earth, had already neared its limit.
And the chaos before him had completely changed in appearance.
Above was an infinitely high firmament; below was a boundlessly thick earth. Phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars flickered into view above the firmament, while the outlines of mountains, rivers, and streams rose and fell across the