Encountering Bengtian Again

In the chaos and nothingness, Hongjun's figure swayed more precariously than a guttering candle in the wind.

The mission Di Hong had entrusted to him, and the long timescale of an immeasurable Measure Calamity, made even his remaining saintly heart feel an almost stagnant emptiness.

And yet, once the course of the "Dao" had been stirred, there was no reason for it to ever stop.

He began a "transmission of the Dao" so long it beggared imagination.

The places he walked were not whole, flourishing worlds.

Just as Di Hong had said, the "Myriad Worlds" of old had long since vanished like smoke and scattered clouds with the Prehistoric World's complete shattering.

What now drifted in the endless chaos were countless "fragments" of all sizes, their rules incomplete.

Some fragments still preserved faint sparks of living beings, struggling to survive amid the embers of destruction.

Far more were dead-silent deserts of law, or death lands filled with violent energy.

Hongjun walked among these fragments.

With his remaining saintly Dao Fruit, he examined the incomplete imprints of law contained within each fragment, all originating from the Prehistoric World, and sensed whether there were still the barely perceptible fluctuations of living beings' True Spirits within.

On a frozen fragment of stars, the only surviving living beings were moss-like organisms that lived by drawing on geothermal heat and faint starlight.

Hongjun sat there in silence for a thousand years, neither speaking nor moving, only fusing a trace of his own Dao rhythm regarding "the transformation of yin and yang" and "the mutual birth of movement and stillness" into this world's cold and heat laws, which were on the brink of collapse.

A thousand years later, warm currents welled up beneath the ice, the starlight seemed a little brighter, and the moss's coverage expanded