Chaos did not count the years.
No one knew how many Kalpas had passed, but the newborn heaven and earth had already begun to stabilize.
That towering figure still stood at the center of heaven and earth, using his own body to become the pillar of the world.
Zhou Ming's aura grew weaker and weaker with the passage of time.
Yet, contrary to that aura weakened to its utmost limit, Zhou Ming's comprehension of the Great Dao was deepening at an inconceivable speed with every passing moment.
All the mysteries of World Creation, all the laws of creating all things, were like trickling streams, ceaselessly flowing into the depths of his Primordial Spirit.
He was in an extremely contradictory state.
A contradiction taken to the extreme.
His power was declining, while his comprehension was climbing.
The weaker he became, the clearer he saw.
The boundary between life and death grew blurred upon him.
Zhou Ming's mind sank into that profound and wondrous comprehension. On the surface, he stood motionless, fused as one with heaven and earth.
Finally, at a certain moment.
Zhou Ming's power weakened to an unprecedented nadir.
And in that very instant, a special aura that was utterly different yet vast and boundless flashed and vanished from the depths of his Primordial Spirit, so swift that even Chaos itself failed to capture it.
But there was always something that could capture it.
In the void beyond Chaos.
The purple light of the Karma System suddenly flared bright.
"Did you sense it?"
"We sensed it!" The systems instantly boiled over.
"That fluctuation—it's the prelude to proving the Dao!"
"He's about to take that step!"
"The time has come!"
"His origin has already been exhausted! He's about to be unable to hold on!"
"Now! Strike!"
"We absolutely cannot let