At the Star Gate, all seven stars had vanished, leaving only a single chaos star.
Chaos was the source of all things, the beginning of everything.
The chaos Jiang Changkong had fused was naturally no match for true chaos.
It was merely acquired chaos, formed through his own cultivation and fusion.
Chaos could evolve all things and give rise to endless Great Daos.
New insights continuously flooded his mind—an understanding of chaos.
And there was also the transformation of his cultivation technique, a true immortal scripture.
First Turn Mystical Art!
It did not sound particularly remarkable, but Jiang Changkong thought of a supreme god.
Pangu!
Would the next stage be the Second Turn?
Once he gathered the Nine Turns Mystical Art, would he have to split open heaven and earth?
Jiang Changkong's heart surged with excitement. Did that make him an acquired little Pangu?
When the time came, could his Dao Body upgrade into an Innate Chaos Dao Body?
Unfortunately, his upgrade ability would not answer him.
One thing was worth celebrating: his chaos divine power could now process Essence, Qi, and Spirit without the aid of instruments.
Time passed bit by bit. The three great battle bodies occasionally clashed, but none of them dealt a killing blow.
Hua Tianrui was so enraged that she nearly killed a few of them herself.
She had originally planned to open the seal and call Jiang Changkong out, but the Shark King stopped her.
Because of the immortal blood, the eight Great Emperors often claimed they were about to break through, that they had sensed a trace of an opportunity for fusion.
Hua Tianrui and the other Near-Immortals could only endure. An opportunity for fusion meant they were about to become immortals!
Nine years drifted by.
Above the black curtain, Jiang Changkong's transformation