In Chaos, there was no concept of time.
Ming Xin did not know how long he had been traveling through this eternal confusion and void—perhaps ten thousand years, perhaps a million, or perhaps an even more distant span of time.
Like the most steadfast ascetic and explorer, he trudged alone through endless darkness.
He had encountered raging Chaos storms, whose power, enough to tear apart stars, had once left him in a sorry state;
He had discovered the shattered remains of Chaos Demon Gods, drawing ancient Dao resonances and warnings from their fragments;
He had also found several strange Chaos Secret Realms, obtaining some precious Chaos materials and incomplete Law Inheritances from within.
But more often, he faced the monotonous yet perilous scenery of Chaos day after day and year after year, along with the system's ceaseless scanning and analysis of laws.
Tedium, loneliness, danger... these were the main themes of a journey through Chaos.
Yet Ming Xin's Dao heart was as unshakable as stone, never wavering in the slightest.
He turned all loneliness and danger into whetstones to temper his Dao Cultivation.
Every fragment of law captured by the system, every Great Dao backlash contained within each crisis he encountered, every fresh insight brought by each Secret Realm he explored...
He greedily absorbed them like a sponge soaking up water, digesting and merging them into his already boundless Primordial Limitless Dao Fruit.
Throughout this journey, so long it could drive one to despair, his accumulation continued to grow and solidify at a slow yet incomparably steady pace.
His understanding of the ten perfected Great Daos—Five Elements, Slaughter, Mortal World, Cause and Effect, Reincarnation, good and evil, lightning, and judgment—grew ever deeper, and their integration became increasingly seamless.
His newly comprehended Star Dao had also risen to forty percent through