Gu Changqing abruptly stopped in his tracks.
A sharp gleam flashed through his unusually clear eyes, like two invisible swords tearing through layer upon layer of chaos to lock straight onto that eerily silent region in its deepest reaches.
But it lasted only an instant.
His brows suddenly furrowed slightly.
There was only one reason.
In that fleeting moment, he had distinctly sensed a fluctuation that resonated with the aura of Taisu.
The fluctuation had been exceedingly faint and brief, so brief that it seemed no more than a stray ripple stirred up by the churning chaos storms.
Yet that single ripple had made the traces of Taisu imprinted in Gu Changqing's sea of consciousness tremble slightly.
It had not been an illusion.
Gu Changqing was certain of that.
With his current cultivation realm and the enhancement of that supreme divine ability that mirrored all the heavens, almost nothing between heaven and earth, within or beyond Chaos, could cause him to experience an "illusion."
That faint resonance must have truly existed. Lord Taisu's aura must have resonated with the imprint in his sea of consciousness at that particular instant.
But when he focused once more, driving his divine sense to its utmost and sending it sweeping toward that direction...
There was nothing.
The deepest reaches of Chaos remained eerily silent. Chaos storms dared not approach, and turbulent currents of space-time dared not run rampant, as though everything were bowing in submission to some supreme existence.
Yet that existence itself was like the moon in water, a flower in a mirror-clearly right there, yet nowhere to be found.
Gu Changqing's divine sense searched that region again and again, so meticulously that not even the slightest fluctuation of laws escaped him.
But no matter how he probed or tried to sense it,