"A Dao Body?"
Why did he have to cut out a Dao Body?
He turned to look at Pangu.
"Fellow Daoist, why must I cut out a Dao Body and leave it here?"
Pangu did not hurry to answer. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at that vast chaos below, and only after a moment did he slowly speak.
"You have only just proven the Dao. How deep is your comprehension of the relationship between yourself and this chaos?"
Zhou Ming was slightly startled.
He closed his eyes and sensed for an instant.
Every wisp of Qi in this chaos, every path along which its laws revolved, every subtle ripple in each inch of space, all lay within his perception, clear to the extreme.
It was not probing.
It was not Divine Thought covering the area.
Rather—he himself was a part of this chaos.
Any change in the laws anywhere within the chaos would resonate within his True Spirit.
That feeling was like someone touching his finger. There was no need to look, no need to listen; instinct alone would perceive it.
"This chaos..." Zhou Ming opened his eyes. "It is no different from me."
Pangu nodded.
"Correct."
"After you proved the Dao, you became the Great Dao of this chaos itself."
"All the laws revolving within this chaos, all the living beings multiplying, all the worlds evolving, are within a single thought of yours."
"You are the will of this chaos, its rules, its order."
Zhou Ming fell silent for a moment, and vaguely already guessed something.
"So this chaos needs me to guard it."
"Yes."
Pangu's answer was concise and direct.
"After you proved the Dao, this chaos fell under your control."
"If foreign objects invade from outside and disrupt the order, you must act