In the chaotic void, it was as if a greedy, mischievous child had awakened.
That undying, undying, indestructible Primordial Spirit leaped and darted through the surging demonic breath and spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
It devoured everything with ravenous hunger.
The dense demonic qi of the Demon Realm's thousand-year dead zone, the essence of heaven and earth leaking from the shattered void, the chaotic energies that should have erupted and destroyed all things—
At that moment, all of it became a feast nourishing the Primordial Spirit.
Wang Xian's consciousness drifted between reality and illusion.
The laws of space he had once sat in the Heavenly Book World to study had finally revealed their true nature.
They were not words on a page, nor deductions in his mind, but the language of chaos itself... The void breathed, and the laws whispered.
Every shattered gap told the secrets of heaven and earth at the moment of creation.
"Observe the Way of Heaven, act in accordance with its course, and all is complete..."
A faint sigh echoed through the void.
A hazy figure gradually took shape, then shattered in an instant; it took shape again, then shattered once more.
With each cycle, the figure grew clearer, and its connection to this barren land of death grew closer.
This was not the remaking of a physical body, but the Primordial Spirit engraving itself into the laws of the void... imprinting its own existence upon heaven and earth.
The flying scriptures suddenly fell still.
Then, ten thousand feet of radiance burst forth!
A blood-red sun rose in the chaos of the void, piercing the darkness that had shrouded the Demon Realm's dead zone for millions of years.
It was the manifestation of the laws Wang Xian had comprehended, the red sun of the Dao