After the doors of the Creator God Temple closed, Lin Chen plunged into the depths of the laws without a moment's hesitation.
The great hall was empty, with only the endless Creation Star Chart surrounding him.
Billions of points of starlight slowly revolved, enveloping him in an immense furnace of laws. On the very first day of his contemplation, he completely forgot the passage of time.
At his level, the essence of cultivation no longer lay in accumulating power, but in understanding and commanding the laws.
Three thousand laws flowed silently around him like an inexhaustible book, every page describing the underlying principles by which the universe operated.
But Lin Chen was in no hurry to turn the pages he had already read countless times.
He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness deeper.
There lay not the light and shadows on the surface of the three thousand laws, but their source-the primordial light that had existed deep within the universe since the dawn of creation.
Who knew how many days passed? Perhaps a month, perhaps a year.
At a certain instant untouched by sun or moon, his consciousness suddenly brushed against an exceedingly faint pull.
That pull seemed to come from infinitely far away. It was almost too faint to detect, yet undeniably real, like a slender thread stretching across eternity that quivered gently the moment he touched it.
Lin Chen opened his eyes.
He found himself standing in an unfamiliar space.
It resembled a world within an ink-wash painting.
The sky was a pale bluish white. Beneath his feet stretched an endless sea of mist, and a few green peaks appeared and vanished among the distant clouds. Everything was so quiet that time seemed never to have flowed here.
There was no sun, no moon, no stars. Yet