"Before zero and nothing, the primal beginning was called Hongmeng..."
At Feng Xing Tian's thought, a table of contents appeared on the blank pages at the back of the book: the Evolution of Chaos, Cultivation, Demon Gods, Living Beings, Factions, and Wondrous Objects!
He spent the first tribulation cycle writing.
From the second through the tenth, he traveled, studying the changes in Chaos and its factions while working out the nature and uses of all manner of treasures.
In the eleventh tribulation cycle, he returned to Samsara Island and resumed writing.
The work grew easier with practice. For ten thousand tribulation cycles, Feng Xing Tian wrote without stopping.
Yet he was nowhere near finished. The more he wrote, the more there was to write. The script he used had long since broken past its original limit of thirty-five thousand characters. Over those ten thousand cycles, he had continued to comprehend new ones, bringing the total to more than three hundred thousand. He had never seen a civilization with so many written characters, though perhaps he had simply seen too few civilizations.
He traced and wrote down the history of Chaos from its earliest stirrings to the present.
Working backward from one giving rise to two to uncover how two gave rise to three went remarkably smoothly.
But his deductions stalled at how the Dao gave rise to one. Still, he had a feeling that once he fully understood every character of the Chaos Dao Script and finished working through the process from one giving rise to two through two giving rise to three, that final mystery would no longer elude him.
He pressed on with his deductions. Meanwhile, countless miles away, a bare-chested giant with a human form much like his own arrived.
Hongmeng Purple Qi surged in Feng Xing