The Initial Universe, Chaos City.
This sacred cultivation ground, shrouded in chaotic currents, had remained unchanged through the passage of endless ages.
On the rooftop of a Cultivation Residence.
Yang Zheng sat cross-legged in silence. Phantoms of countless scales slowly appeared over his skin, and a faint phantom of an enormous two-headed beast enveloped him. The currents around him subtly shifted.
Two enormous heads.
One was tranquil, as though it had merged with the vast starry universe. The other roared, like raging chaotic currents stirring up towering waves.
Just then-
Yang Zheng slowly opened his eyes. Endless vortices seemed to swirl within them, as though space-time were being born and destroyed in an instant.
Boom!
It was only a simple straight punch, yet it carried a trace of profound essence, stirring fluctuations in the universe origin.
[Space-Time Fusion Law] (1%)
After ninety-eight years of study, Yang Zheng had finally grasped this faintest trace of a unique fluctuation. Weak though it was, it represented the true nature of the Space-Time Fusion Law.
"I finally cleared the hardest hurdle-getting started!"
With the Cultivation Progress Bar, the hardest part of practicing secret techniques and comprehending laws for Yang Zheng was reaching the initial threshold and lighting up the progress bar.
Once the progress bar lit up.
Everything that remained was truly just a matter of steady, patient effort.
Although he had received guidance from the Chaos City Lord and twenty opportunities to study the Universe Chaos Stele during this process, he had still gained an initial grasp of the Space-Time Fusion Law within a hundred years.
Yang Zheng felt he was doing pretty well himself.
The Chaos Ruins.
Corpses of mighty beings littered the vast, ruined land. Amid those corpse-strewn ruins sat a towering figure, cross-legged and motionless-the Chaos City Lord.