As the reception envoy finished speaking, the thousand geniuses immediately scattered, like streams flowing into the gallery of paintings lining both sides of the corridor. Every face was filled with solemnity and yearning as their gazes swept across the imprinted images, each one containing endless mysteries.
Qin Zhao knew exactly where he was headed. With steady steps, he walked straight toward the depths of the corridor. His gaze passed over image after image—some domineering, some mysterious, others vast and imposing—without stirring a ripple in his heart. Neither the Giant Axe Chaos Tablet, which contained the power to tear apart all things, nor the Universe Chaos Tablet, which encompassed space and time, could make him stop.
His path had already taken clear shape the moment he chose to purchase Space-Time Essays.
At last, he stopped before a painting.
Raindrops, stars, a river of stars, and finally a strange, unfathomable beast formed a wondrous sequence. It was an imprint of the Nine Universes Chaos Tablet. An artistic conception of the same lineage as Space-Time Essays washed over him. The seemingly simple raindrops contained the most fundamental mysteries of the Law of Space.
Although this was only an imprint, and nowhere near as effective as the real Chaos Stele, Qin Zhao could already feel his comprehension of the Law of Space stirring within him. In particular, his understanding of the profound essence of the Origin Law of Space resonated faintly with the first image, the "Raindrop Diagram."
The Nine Universes Chaos Tablet really is the most suitable one for me. Qin Zhao's resolve settled, and he hesitated no longer.
His gaze shifted slightly. Not far away, Lian Luo, dressed in white with a longsword on his back, was also standing before the imprint of the Nine Universes Chaos Tablet. His eyes were as