Spatial Secret Art, Life Casket. He was still far from completely comprehending the Supreme Rule of Space. The further one progressed in comprehending a Supreme Rule, the harder it became.
Even Dragon Spirits, darlings of their corresponding Supreme Rules, needed hundreds or thousands of years to fully comprehend their respective Supreme Rules.
Chen Yan thought to himself.
Of course, for a life-form like a Dragon Spirit, hundreds or thousands of years were far too brief. A few naps, and they would be gone.
Just as he was thinking, Chen Yan's expression shifted.
The Dragon Spirit was about to be born?
Chen Yan immediately descended with his consciousness into his Inner World.
The Inner World was vast and boundless. The World Tree at the center of the continent had already grown to thirty thousand li tall.
High in the sky, within layers upon layers of World Power, a crystal that pulsed like a heart slowly rotated.
Crack.
Crack crack.
Under Chen Yan's gaze, the enormous stone began to shatter. The aura in every direction surged, and threads of spatial power condensed out of thin air.
The Supreme Rule of Space.
Chen Yan's expression turned solemn. Although he had sensed nothing.
Yet Chen Yan already knew that the Supreme Rule of Space had glanced in this direction just now.
The Supreme Rule of Space—or rather, the nine Supreme Rules—possessed no concrete consciousness. Like fixed programs, they jointly maintained the operation of the universe.
And when a darling of the Supreme Rule of Space, such as a Dragon Spirit, was truly born, it would receive the gaze of the Supreme Rule of Space itself.
Fortunately, the Supreme Rules had no concrete consciousness.
Chen Yan thought to himself.
If the Supreme Rule of Space possessed concrete consciousness, it would have known the instant it