Chapter 860: Chaos (1/2)

Taiyi nodded slightly. If this wasn’t the case, how would he—the greatest of connate gods and almost a creator himself—willingly go to his death so that he could safeguard the lifeforms of this world?

“Let’s go.” Fuxi grabbed Lu Yun and the little fox, vanishing into the sea of fire.

……

Chaos.

A murky mass of something, but also nothing. Time and orientation held no meaning here.

Perhaps chaos was infinitely big, each of its dust particles bigger than the entire great wilderness.

Or perhaps chaos was imperceptibly small, tinier than even a grain of sand in their world.

Chaos was just a concept, an opaque and blurry concept. Undefinable and unquantifiable.

When Lu Yun looked around, murky, undefined gray air currents greeted his eye. He looked back, but didn’t find the stars. It was like they didn’t exist.

Lu Yun felt rather… lost.

Though there was no sense of space or time in the chaos, he was a life form that possessed those concepts. Affected by his presence, the notion of time and space blossomed in this patch of chaos as well.

It wasn’t the little fox’s first time here either. She’d participated in the war against the realm monsters; that battlefield had been located in chaos.

“It’s the great dao! I can sense the primitive great dao!” Lu Yun trembled violently and he lifted his head to see a giant flower blooming quietly over his head. The presence of the primitive great dao cascaded gracefully from its pure white petals, sinking into his body.

“The Dao Flower! So the Dao Flower is rooted in the chaos!” He took a deep breath. A strange light flashed through his eyes when he looked at it, then he reached out and tried to touch it.

However, though it appeared close at hand, it was also infinitely far away. He couldn’t touch it no matter how hard he tried.

“This is the great dao of your heart.” Fuxi lightly held onto Lu Yun’s arm to have him give up on his goal. “Chaos is neutral. Most of what you see here is projected from your consciousness, including the perception of time, space, and the Dao Flower.” He, too, looked at the flower.

“The great dao of my heart?” Lu Yun carefully observed the runes upon the flower. They were much simpler than the ones of the immortal dao. At least… the primitive great dao held no secrets in his eyes.

He reached out again and this time, successfully closed his hand around the flower, to Fuxi’s great, uncomprehending shock.

The Dao Flower should’ve been incredibly large—larger than the galaxy, larger than even the multiverse. But now, it’d solidly flown into Lu Yun’s hands and landed in the palm of his hand.

“So this is indeed the case.” The trace of a smile appeared on his face. “There is only one Dao Flower that exists. No matter which era I’m in, the one I see will always be this one…”

“Um… this…” Fuxi wasn’t sure what to do now.

The Dao Flower was coalesced from the collective consciousness of all life forms. The connate demon gods had initially theorized that the great dao was concentrated on one flower alone. When it blossomed was when the great dao bloomed, and when it wilted was when the great dao declined.

This notion had been passed on through generation upon generation while the Dao Flower continued blooming in chaos. However, no one had ever truly obtained it or touched this incomparable existence.