Zhou Ming's brow lifted slightly at those words.
At last, he understood why Purple Moon had looked at him so strangely when he asked that question earlier.
In the Primordial Universe, this was clearly common knowledge that everyone knew.
Yet he, a "powerhouse" with overwhelming strength, knew nothing of such basic knowledge and had even asked a question he "should have known" the answer to. Naturally, that would make her suspicious.
Zhou Ming did not explain why he was unaware. Instead, he rapidly considered Purple Moon's words.
False Saints hunted False Saints, plundering their Origins and laws.
How was that any different from the Chaos Dao-Devouring Beasts of the Chaos Sea devouring the laws of Dao Realm experts?
The laws of survival here were simple, brutal, and stripped of all pretense.
Zhou Ming looked at Qing Yang and Purple Moon before him.
The siblings possessed decent talent. Having cultivated to the Sage Realm, their Law Origins were naturally not weak.
In the eyes of those peak Sages seeking to advance further, they were two slabs of walking fat meat.
He swiftly weighed Purple Moon's proposal in his heart.
Taking control of a world and cultivating in seclusion within it was indeed a tempting proposal.
He was currently at a crucial stage in the fusion of his laws, and the Dao of Strength within him was being tightly suppressed by the underlying rules of the Primordial Universe.
If he simply found an asteroid belt in the chaos void to cultivate in seclusion, then just as today, passing cultivators could interrupt him at any moment.
There was too much uncertainty.
If he could enter a small world and become its World Master, he could complete the fusion of his laws in peace.
As for whether Qing Yang and Purple Moon might plot