The nascent chaos infinite Dao slowly revolved at the center of the chaos world. With every revolution, that misty mass of condensed laws sent a faint ripple spreading outward.
Chen Xuan could feel it breathing.
It was no metaphor. It truly breathed, drawing an endless stream of power from the chaos world to nourish itself, like an embryo absorbing nutrients from its mother through an umbilical cord.
When he opened his eyes, the dawnlike radiance in their depths had yet to fade.
A deep, lingering tremor rose from the depths of his dantian, like the reverberations of a great bell after it was struck.
His divine godhead was transforming. The chaos-colored halo on the surface of his chaos divine spark peeled away inch by inch, restructured, and condensed anew. Golden immortal patterns shone through from within, while silver Taihao light intertwined around the outside. Time power threaded invisibly through every pattern, stitching the three together.
The new divine godhead was a size smaller than before, but its texture was entirely different.
It no longer possessed that ponderous weight that pressed down so heavily one could scarcely breathe. Instead, it was warm and densely compact, like warm jade to the touch, yet held an unnervingly concentrated energy within.
Chen Xuan probed it with his divine sense and discovered that its internal structure had been completely rebuilt into layers of nested spirals. Each spiral rotated at a particular frequency, maintaining an exquisite resonance with the others. Under the impact of this transformative power, the shackles on his cultivation silently shattered.
The barrier at the peak of the sixth layer of the Saint Realm was like thin ice. A gentle touch from the primordial power released at the birth of the chaos infinite Dao turned it into countless motes of light that scattered