Conveying the Throne

In the Chaos Sea.

The vast, gray-green power of chaos surged and roiled, brimming with danger.

Though it contained enormous amounts of origin force, only a world could make effective use of it.

Otherwise, even a Golden Immortal would grow tired and weary like an ordinary person if he stayed too long amid the chaotic currents.

For Wu Ming, however, none of this was a problem.

In the endless torrent of gray-green chaos, a radiance of Great Luo bloomed, forming a sanctuary of its own. The chaotic currents around him were continuously crushed into pure origin force.

A Golden Immortal could travel through the Chaos Sea for a short time, but had to find a world to rest in at regular intervals. For a Great Luo Golden Immortal, however, remaining in chaos indefinitely posed no hindrance at all.

Wu Ming now wore a Daoist robe, clear light spilling from him. An Auspicious Cloud appeared above his head, and a Chaos Green Lotus Platform formed naturally beneath him.

"The Dao of the Eighth Level is the One! A universal status is also eternal life!"

At this level, going to any world and claiming a title like Dao Ancestor or Saint would be child's play.

He had even completely cast off dependence on any world and could survive independently in chaos. Wherever he was, there was a world!

"Ever since I advanced to Great Luo, I've vaguely sensed that the Main World's rejection of me has vanished completely..."

True Gods, especially their true forms, wielded such immense power that merely existing in the Main World, even doing nothing, would inflict some damage on it.

That was why the Main World had always subtly rejected beings above the Sixth Level. It was especially hostile to those of the divine path, forcing them to