At that moment, in the Primordial World, Demon Emperor Daochen was immersed in that strange, illusory expanse.
He was constantly analyzing the power of this void.
By now, he had become very familiar with this power. As long as he carried the power of faith, he could enter and leave the void freely.
The only thing that puzzled him was that there was no energy here at all. Everything had been devoured by these strange things.
Under normal circumstances, though, devouring so much energy and matter should have transformed it into something. After all, the entire world still had to obey its fundamental laws.
But things were different here. He could sense no energy, as though all the matter and energy that had been devoured had vanished.
Daochen's tightly knitted brows suddenly relaxed a little. It was just like the power of fate in the past: before he discovered it, how could he have known such a power existed in the world?
But once he could perceive and touch it, he could put that power to use with ease.
Even if he could not use this energy, he could still rely on its power to improve his cultivation.
Perhaps this space was not devoid of energy. Perhaps it contained a power he could not perceive.
Whether spiritual power, sage power, demonic power, Buddha power, or anything else.
These powers were essentially all spiritual energy, slowly transformed through living beings themselves.
Daochen collectively referred to this sort of energy as tangible energy.
But he believed there must be a kind of energy in the world that was intangible and untouchable, yet still existed.
In fact, the power of faith was like that. It, too, could be called an intangible power.
If no one believed in him, he could not use the