Whether it had entered along with the world's natural ebb and flow, or deliberately kept its own size in check—
that was why it felt a little different from when he had entered the Beast God Realm before.
The chaos surged and rolled onward, drawn by the world's own pulse and swallowed into it.
Once it entered a layer of the world, the interweaving laws of nature became nets of filters, 'filtering' it layer by layer and transforming it into all kinds of qi with different properties.
In truth, the process was extremely complex; the word 'filter' alone could hardly describe it.
Xu Xing mingled with the surging chaos, like a wisp of pure qi, utterly inconspicuous.
At the far end of the countless interwoven laws stood the Spirit-Splitting Officials, each clad in rosy clouds, with slender, graceful figures and seven-colored light circling around them.
They belonged to the Spirit Department of the Heavenly Palace and were responsible for scattering the various kinds of qi, 'filtered' from the laws of nature, throughout the world.
To serve as this kind of official, one had to be an existence born from the natural phenomena of wind and rain, clouds and mist, rosy clouds, morning dew, moonlight, and the like—an embodiment imbued with spirit and possessed of a pure origin.
"Seventy-two units of superior Xutu qi. Nine million three hundred thirty-three thousand one hundred and twenty impressions carved in, each mark precise to the hair's breadth. May the Heavenly Venerable inspect them."
"Thirty-six units of superior Dinghuo qi. Four million six hundred sixty-six thousand five hundred and sixty impressions carved in, each mark precise to the hair's breadth. May the Heavenly Venerable inspect them."
"Thirty-six units of superior Yimu qi. Impressions carved in..."
"Superior Guishui qi..."
"Superior..."
With long, slender fingers, they traced