The vast Chaos stretched without end. Apart from its roiling currents, nothing else could be seen.
A Wooden Boat rose and fell with the Chaos, drifting slowly in one direction.
A young-looking Daoist sat aboard, letting the currents carry him. His eyes were closed as he contemplated the Great Dao, heedless of his surroundings.
Only when a Chaos storm struck from ahead did he open his eyes. He released a sliver of power and passed straight through it.
In the Boundless Chaos Sea, "calamities" occurred from time to time.
Chaos storms were among the more common ones.
"Three thousand years. I've drifted through the Boundless Chaos Sea for three whole thousand years," the young man muttered helplessly.
He was Meng Chuan, who had entered the Boundless Chaos Sea through the Chat Group's teleportation.
Three thousand years had passed since Meng Chuan had decided to take a spontaneous trip through the Chaos and signed up for the Chat Group's tour.
And he had spent every one of those years adrift on the Chaos Sea.
As for new worlds, or any other living beings, he had not seen a single one.
If Meng Chuan had not repeatedly asked the Chat Group whether there was anything in this region, and received a definite answer each time,
he would have teleported away long ago.
Yes, after Meng Chuan's relentless questioning, the Chat Group had admitted that it had indeed discovered worlds beyond those of its twenty-one Group Members.
But its criteria had ruled those worlds out, so it had never recruited anyone from them.
It made sense. The Chat Group could hardly search for new worlds by targeting them one at a time; it had to explore vast areas.
And in the course of that exploration, it was bound to discover some worlds.
So