At the deepest part of the Chaos Bead, heaven and earth had yet to be opened.
The gray expanse had no light, no sound, no sense of time passing. Chaotic Qi surged, gathered, and dispersed.
It repeated endlessly, without end.
Su Miao sat cross-legged at the center of Chaos, surrounded by a faint halo that stood out starkly amid the boundless grayness.
Chaotic Qi poured toward her from every direction, seeking to assimilate, devour, and crush her. Yet when it came within three feet of her, it was as though it had struck an invisible wall. It automatically retreated and obediently flowed around her.
She had been sitting here for an unknown length of time.
There was no sunrise or sunset within the bead, no changing of seasons, only eternal, unchanging gray.
During this time, Su Miao repeatedly went over every experience she had had, from entering the Primordial World to Mending the Heavens at Buzhou Mountain.
When she had listened to the Dao Ancestor preach at Purple Sky Palace, she had not understood. But the fragments left behind as she breathed in the Dao rhythm now came together piece by piece like a puzzle.
The Path of Purity taught by Laozi, the Order laws taught by Yuanshi, and the Sword Dao and formations taught by Tongtian all swirled through her mind, colliding and merging.
The insights into the Law of Strength left behind by Pangu beneath Buzhou Mountain were like seeds taking root and sprouting within her.
When Yuanshi had helped her sort through the laws, he had untangled the chaotic knots strand by strand, putting them in order and making her understanding of the laws increasingly clear.
The Three Thousand Law Fragments within her each had their own place. Every thread intertwined with the others, forming a complete