The Origin Universe

Ash-gold light pulsed in his palm, its rhythm no longer constant, but random.

Sometimes it came as fast as raindrops, sometimes as slow as falling leaves; sometimes as sharp as a scream, sometimes as soft as a whisper.

There was no pattern.

No order.

No predictability.

True chaos was like this.

Its essence was "uncertainty."

You could not predict what it would become in the next instant, because it followed no rules.

Chu Ming spread that random fluctuation over the two of them.

An ash-gold membrane of light spread from his palm, wrapping Chu Ming and Blood Butcher within it.

The membrane was thin, as thin as a sheet of paper, yet the runes upon its surface flickered in a completely random manner.

No two runes pulsed at the same frequency, no two moved in the same direction, and no two shifted with the same amplitude. It was utter chaos.

Blood Butcher lowered his head to look at the membrane covering his body.

He could sense those runes pulsing, but he could not predict how they would move the next second.

It was not that he was insufficiently powerful. Rather, "randomness" itself was unpredictable.

Chu Ming said, "Let's go."

The two continued onward.

Over the next five days, they passed three nodes of the formation.

Each node was guarded by an Abyss Great Lord that had only just entered the Dao Lord level.

They lurked at the nodes, their bodies curled into balls like lifeless stones.

But their senses had not been shut off.

Those eyes, tentacles, scales, and shells all trembled faintly, like radars in operation.

Chu Ming led Blood Butcher around the edges of the nodes.

The coverage range of each node was different.

The first node covered five hundred li, the second eight hundred li, and the