Everyone entered the Law Secret Realm, and the scene before their eyes suddenly opened wide.
All around, gray, hazy currents of law filled the air.
The moment Jue Ying and the other three steadied themselves, they did not say another word. They directly transformed into streams of light and flew off in four different directions within the secret realm.
Cang Xuan watched them leave, then turned his head and spoke to the others.
"one hundred thousand Chaos years is nothing more than the flick of a finger to us."
"Time is tight. Everyone, don't gather together. When laws intersect, they interfere with one another."
"Each of you go find a good place to enter seclusion."
"Good! See you in one hundred thousand years!"
Chi Yan laughed loudly, chose a direction, and flew away.
Mo Yuan and Ling Feng also scattered on their own.
Hongchu patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, this is your home ground. Pick a place where the laws are thickest and comprehend them well!"
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist." Zhou Ming cupped his hands.
Once everyone had dispersed, Zhou Ming stood where he was, closed his eyes, and released his perception.
He primarily cultivated the Dao of Strength, making him the most sensitive to the aura here.
Very quickly, he locked onto a direction, took one step forward, and his figure vanished.
Zhou Ming arrived at the deepest part of the secret realm and sat down cross-legged.
The surrounding Law of Strength surged into his body like the tide, continuously and without end.
Cultivation in the Extreme Dao Period meant pushing each of the Three Thousand Great Daos to perfection one by one.
But the Dao of Strength was different.
It was Zhou Ming's foundation, the general outline by which he governed the myriad