The universe had always been in a state of evolution.
As a small universe in the early stages of evolution, the Initial Universe was surrounded by chaotic currents in the sky. Rifts stretched across the heavens, intricate secret-pattern threads flowed through them, and the laws manifested openly, leaving one refreshed and delighted.
Crystalline threads flowed around the mouths of the rifts, striving to repair them. They repaired themselves time and again, only to split apart again and again, repeating endlessly.
Chu He walked along the broad bluestone street, looking around.
In the distance, on the rooftops of cultivation residences, ascetics sitting cross-legged in meditation could be seen everywhere.
There were World Masters, as well as Immortal Gods.
Of course, the vast majority were Immortal Gods.
These ascetics came in all manner of appearances. Some had hair so long it seemed they had not moved for countless years.
Yet no matter how unkempt they looked, no one dared underestimate them.
Every one of these ascetics emanated a powerful aura.
As Chu He strolled toward Luo Feng's cultivation tower, he compared these ascetics with what he had seen in the Ganwu Universe Country and the Wild Universe Country.
Not to mention the Immortal powerhouses—even the World Masters who could cultivate in Chaos City possessed auras far stronger than those outside.
"Chaos City truly deserves to be humanity's holy land of cultivation," Chu He remarked.
Even among races of differing strength, there were enormous differences between their cultivation holy lands.
As one of the peak races, humanity could use an Initial Universe still undergoing evolution as a cultivation holy land. That alone demonstrated the depth of its foundation.
He walked and admired the sights along the way.
Having lived in Chaos City for so long, this was Chu He's first time leisurely wandering