The Gate of Eternal Life was infinitely vast, yet at times, when one looked upon it, it seemed infinitely small. Its Dao resonance stretched on without end, boundless beyond measure.
For an ordinary cultivator, merely coming before the Gate of Eternal Life and seeing the gate itself would be an immense gain.
Born of Chaos, nurtured by the Chaos Sea, forged by the Great Dao Matrix—it was one of a kind.
The Chat Group had long since sensed the Eternal Life World and shared a karmic link to it with Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan sat before the Gate of Eternal Life and traced that karmic link.
The patterns and Dao resonance of the Gate of Eternal Life itself were of no use to Meng Chuan, so he did nothing unnecessary.
At a certain moment, Meng Chuan "walked" to the end of the Thread of Karma and touched a world.
Now was the moment.
Meng Chuan's form and spirit dissolved into nothingness, and a faint breeze seemed to stir through that frozen, silent region.
An instant later, everything vanished again. No one remained before the Gate of Eternal Life.
Meng Chuan's will had arrived in a murky expanse of Chaos, infinite and inexhaustible.
Boom!
A sound like the birth of a universe exploded beside Meng Chuan's ears. Countless chaotic noises followed, overlapping without end.
It was only a sound, yet it seemed like the most terrifying attack in Heaven and Earth.
At that single roar, Chaos seethed, but Meng Chuan was not affected in the slightest.
Even the Gate of Eternal Life, striking with all its might, could not bring him down now, much less something like this.
Meng Chuan took shape within the dark Chaos. Time lay scattered and stark as shards of a broken mirror, reflecting everything in the