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...