By this point, Zhou Ming had roughly pieced together the sequence of events in his mind.
The Five Primordial States had laid the foundation.
Pangu had split heaven and earth, creating the first world.
Those who came after him had continually proven their Daos and opened new worlds. Those worlds had continually merged, eventually forming one vast realm—the Eternal Dao Realm.
"We, the beings of the Great Dao Realm, cultivated in Chaos like this."
"We passed countless chaos epochs in peace."
A rare trace of reminiscence colored Pangu's words.
Countless chaos epochs—what an unimaginably long span of time.
Zhou Ming could picture it.
A group of mighty beings standing at the very pinnacle of the Great Dao, each pursuing their own insights within the Eternal Dao Realm, without interfering with one another.
But that peace had clearly been shattered.
Pangu continued speaking, his voice taking on a hint of gravity.
"Until one day, Chaos underwent a tremendous upheaval."
"The Chaos Sea, which had once been a seamless whole, was forcibly split into the Nine Great Chaos and the Chaos Sea we have today."
"The Nine Great Chaos are isolated from one another, with no passages between them. Only their outer edges connect to the Chaos Sea."
"From that point onward, the rules changed."
"Any living being wishing to prove their Dao could only do so within the Nine Great Chaos."
"The Chaos Sea could no longer give rise to new Great Daos. It could only serve as a place for us Great Dao Realm cultivators to dwell and cultivate."
Zhou Ming immediately understood.
"The region where I just proved my Dao was one of the Nine Great Chaos?"
The information raced through Zhou Ming's true spirit.
The Chaos Sea—the Nine Great Chaos—the Chaos Sea served as the connecting link—Dao proving