Yang Mei was slender, standing amid Chaos as though he had merged with the entire void.
He was not particularly tall, yet he gave others a strange illusion.
It was as though, with him standing there, all of Chaos had become his backdrop.
His face was youthful yet archaic, without the slightest trace of the passing years. Only his snow-white hair hung down, and between his brows lay a bottomless void.
His gaze was especially peculiar. His pupils seemed to reflect endless galaxies and swirling currents of spacetime.
A single glance could make one feel as though they stood in boundless outer space, as insignificant as dust.
He clearly walked extremely slowly, yet with every step, endless space retreated, folded, and extended beneath his feet, as though all of Chaos were making way for him.
Countless streams of Chaos Qi veered aside of their own accord upon coming within three feet of him, not daring to draw closer.
Yang Mei acted as his heart pleased, both righteous and wicked. He never concerned himself with the gods' disputes, yet seemed to be watching it all at every moment.
What truly interested him were interesting people and interesting events.
That day, as Yang Mei wandered through the depths of Chaos, his footsteps suddenly halted.
He slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes reflecting the starry sky as he looked toward a certain place deep within Chaos.
"Oh?"
He spoke softly, his voice quiet, yet it seemed to send ripples spreading through boundless Chaos.
"The Creation Jade Disc? Wasn't Hong Jun keeping that treasure? How did it end up in the depths of Chaos?"
He focused his gaze for another careful look, then suddenly understood. The faintest hint of a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.
"Primordial Violet Qi, the remnants of