The light screen lit up again amid the silence. Chaos airflow churned endlessly within the scene, gray mist swallowing every trace of light.
[The Three Pure Ones stood amid Chaos. Above Laozi's head, the Profound Yellow Tower cast down countless streams of energy; Yuanshi unfurled the Pangu Banner to still the roiling Laws; Sword Intent around Tongtian formed a domain of its own.
On Tongtian's shoulder sat a palm-sized, semi-transparent lotus bed. A tiny figure lay inside, clutching the Lotus Petal and peering out, her eyes wide and round.]
Many ordinary Cultivators of the Prehistoric World sucked in a sharp breath.
They had never seen Chaos.
The Purple Sky Palace was even more a name of legend. The Dao Ancestor's lectures were old stories their fathers occasionally mentioned. Having cultivated to their current level, they had not even touched the Primordial Fetal Membrane.
Now, the gray-white currents on the light screen, with no up, down, left, or right, capable of tearing apart anything at any moment, made his fingertips dig unconsciously into his palm.
"So this is what Chaos looks like..."
Someone beside him responded, their voice drifting as well.
"I always thought Chaos was just pitch-black, like turning off the lights at night.
But this looks like... you'd be gone the moment you touched it."
He could feel that oppressive force that made his scalp tingle even through the light screen. Let alone crossing such a place—touching even a little of it would probably shred one's Nascent Soul.
Yet the little lotus on the screen rested steadily upon Tongtian's shoulder without even swaying.
The tiny figure inside was even sleeping soundly.
[Within the Purple Sky Palace, the Six Saint Seats had already been decided.
Su Miao tried sitting on the fourth cushion and was bounced away. Unbothered, she pulled