Within the vast, oppressive hall, Zhou Ming, Pangu, and Wu held their power tightly contained, their gazes locked on the faceless stone statue directly ahead.
Just as the three of them were fully on guard, the previously still gray-black patterns across the statue's surface immediately began to ripple in layer after layer.
A translucent phantom slowly rose from within the statue, hovering in the void above the hall.
The figure wore a loose robe, his hands clasped behind his back.
Like the stone statue, his face was shrouded in a veil of mist that did not seem particularly thick, yet remained utterly impossible to see through.
Yet the instant he appeared, the muscles of Zhou Ming, Pangu, and Wu all tensed to their limits.
Though not a trace of power fluctuation radiated from him, they sensed from this unassuming figure an ancient majesty and dominance that could not be looked upon directly.
The laws around Zhou Ming's body swiftly gathered as he spoke in a deep voice.
"Who are you?"
The phantom did not answer at once. Instead, his gaze swept over the three of them.
He looked at Pangu, then at Zhou Ming, before finally settling his gaze upon Wu.
The phantom nodded.
Though they could not make out his face, Zhou Ming and the others could clearly sense that the phantom had smiled when looking at Wu.
"Not bad." The phantom spoke softly, his voice low and forceful, carrying the weight of countless ages.
The phantom withdrew his gaze, looked at the three of them, and slowly spoke.
"You may call me Yuan Chu."
"Of course, you may also call me the Chaos Sea Will."
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.
Zhou Ming and the other two stared wide-eyed, their faces