"Is this... the key's true form?" Lu Chen held his breath, staring without blinking.
Immediately afterward!
The three-dimensional runes suspended in midair and slowly rotating flared with light once more!
A dark-golden pillar of light, condensed to the extreme and containing the supreme artistic conception of "returning to the root and origin."
Burst from the center of the runes and shone straight onto the seemingly ordinary Chaos Void ahead!
What happened next made even Lu Chen, who had long grown accustomed to great storms, involuntarily contract his pupils and suffer a violent shock to his mind!
"Chi—!"
Wherever the dark-golden pillar of light reached, the originally incomparably violent Chaos Qi, powerful enough to wear down everything, was actually like ice and snow in early spring encountering scorching sunlight!
It was neither pushed aside nor blasted apart.
Instead... it melted!
And returned!
It was as though the power contained within that dark-golden pillar of light was a mother force more ancient and more fundamental than chaos itself.
Before it, chaos could only shed its violent outer shell and return to its most primordial, most docile state—the "source current"!
The Chaos Qi silently receded toward both sides.
It was like drawing open a curtain that had never been raised since time immemorial.
Behind the curtain, what appeared was neither a tangible passage nor another world.
Instead, it was a... tremendously blurry yet incredibly real phantom of "light," rippling with billions of gorgeous colors!
It was the projection of an ocean!
Boundless and endless, vast beyond measure, with no beginning in sight and no end to be found.
What "flowed" through the ocean was not water.
It was light!
It was laws!
It was the Dao!
Countless "threads," as fine as strands of hair yet flashing with the radiance of different Great Daos,