Yang stood in the depths of space, his gaze piercing through billions of star rivers and sweeping across every corner of the Chaos Realm.
The auras of all living beings across the Myriad Worlds and endless planes lay within his perception, not a single one overlooked.
Yet he could not catch any trace of Yang Tianni.
Yang's brows slowly furrowed. "Where did he go?"
Not in the Chaos Realm, not in the Secret Realm, nor in any corner he could perceive.
"Perhaps it has something to do with those thousand years."
After a while, Yang withdrew his divine sense, a flicker of curiosity surfacing in his eyes.
He had investigated everyone connected to Qin Guan, yet only in Yang Tianni's river of life was there a thousand-year blank.
Even he could not glimpse what had truly happened during those thousand years.
"I thought the loosening of the barrier connecting the Primordial Realm was the variable. It seems this Yang Tianni is a variable as well."
Yang glanced in the direction of the Secret Realm and spoke indifferently.
Then his gaze shifted toward another disturbance.
There lay a rift where chaos and order intertwined.
Countless shattered fragments of Great Dao Laws floated through the void, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating, forming an unpredictable energy field.
There was no fixed form there, no stable laws. Even time repeatedly leaped between flowing and stagnating.
A little girl with pigtails sat cross-legged at the center of the rift, her legs suspended in the air and a faint halo surrounding her.
"This little girl is quite remarkable too."
Yang's gaze fell upon the little girl, and a rare hint of approval appeared in his eyes.
The greatest feature of Formless Seed Divine Power was its ability to imitate all things.
Any Great Dao it had touched,