Shen Luo suppressed his panicked emotions, and his divine soul began to wander in the gray mist, trying to find so clues, at least to understand where exactly he was trapped.
He propelled his divine soul, and with a thought, it traveled thousands of miles away.
However, when he stopped, he looked around, and it was still a void and endless gray mist.
"Hmph, it must be Chiyou’s trick!" Shen Luo cursed inwardly and flashed out once again, leaping thousands of miles away.
Yet, when he stopped again, he was t with disappointnt once more. The surrounding scenery hadn’t changed at all, and there was still no sign of any living or dead beings.
Shen Luo was anxious in his heart, continually trying, continually leaping, and finally... continually getting disappointed.
He finally realized that this was an endless and void prison world, his divine soul was trapped here, and it seed impossible to escape.
Shen Luo finally stopped, looking at the vast mist, and his emotions returned to calmness.
He was no longer in a rush to escape but started to ponder his current situation. After so analysis, he soon discovered that it was not possible for Chiyou’s ans to trap him.
In the desperate final strike with Chiyou earlier, Shen Luo was thoroughly defeated in terms of power, cultivation level, and foundation; the gap between them was significant.
In such an uneven strength situation, Chiyou had no need to go out of his way to imprison him, as he could have completely obliterated Shen Luo’s divine soul without a trace left.
"I have been to the Netherworld; even if the divine soul isn’t destroyed, it should return to the Nine Netherworlds. But this is clearly not the Netherworld. Where am I?" Shen Luo pondered for a long ti and still had no answer.
At this mont, Shen Luo seed to hear a call in a trance.
The voice sounded sowhat familiar, seemingly... from the Fire Spirit Child.
When he focused and listened intently, he felt that the voice was too ethereal, as if it were an illusion, so he shook his head, trying to erase these thoughts from his mind.
Even if it was a dying hallucination, the voice he wanted to hear would definitely not be from the Fire Spirit Child.
"Cai Zhu and the others..." Shen Luo sighed, already thinking about their fate after his death.
The Three Realms were inevitably entering a thousand-year-long dark age.
"Now that I am ending here, I wonder if a thousand years later there might be another with a jade pillow, traveling here to save the Three Realms?" Shen Luo thought wildly.
Subconsciously, he wanted to call out the jade pillow.
But as soon as the thought arose, he self-mockingly smiled, muttering helplessly, "Clearly, I am already a remnant soul, yet still thinking of summoning a jade pillow from the storage magical tool?"
But then, he got a slap in the face.
As his thought arose, a yellowish light glowed by his side, and an unassuming "jade pillow" with simple lines appeared beside him.
"Heavenly Dream Pillow!" Shen Luo was imdiately overjoyed.
Only when he reached out to take it did he realize that the Heavenly Dream Pillow before him, like himself, was not a solid entity but rely a mass of so unknown gas.
When Shen Luo’s hand touched the jade pillow, the yellow gas on it was stirred by his finger, flowing around his fingertips; as he moved his hand away, it instantly returned to its original state.
After several attempts, unable to pick up the jade pillow, Shen Luo had to give up.
After that, he tried calling out the Xuanyuan Sword, but after monts of waiting, nothing changed beside him. No true divine sword appeared, nor did any weapon-ford sword shadow appear.
Frowning, Shen Luo then attempted to summon the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and again, there was no response.
"Why is the Heavenly Dream Pillow special?" Shen Luo thought curiously.
After a slight contemplation, a sudden flash of insight occurred in his mind, and he lay down imdiately.
Soon, the back of his neck rested on the illusory Heavenly Dream Pillow.
At the mont of contact, mist from the Heavenly Dream Pillow drifted forth, covering Shen Luo’s entire face, with wisps of mist crawling along his cheeks.
Shen Luo felt no discomfort; instead, a sense of drowsiness ca over him.
His eyes closed, and he fell into darkness, while a soft female voice whispered in his ear:
"The Three Realms are plagued by calamity impossible to resolve. I grant you this final dream. Whether it succeeds or not, it lies with Heaven, and with you."
Hearing this, Shen Luo suddenly awoke and opened his eyes suddenly.
Yet, the instant he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
Before him was still the boundless mist, still the chaotic void, and nothing else — except for one additional figure.
He was a completely naked man, not particularly tall, with ordinary features.
At this mont, like Shen Luo, he seed to have just awakened from a dream, raised a hand to yawn, and then stretched lazily.
Unlike Shen Luo, as he stretched his body, the surrounding gray mist in the void was lightly pushed away from him, keeping a distance and not regrouping around him.
The naked man looked at the mist around him, his eyes flashing with impatience. He raised his hand, pushing the mist further away, clearing out a space around him.
Scanning his surroundings without showing any satisfaction, he stood up, running to continuously push the mist farther away.
Before long, he cleared an open ground several tens of yards in diater.
But even this he seed unsatisfied with, looking around and up for a while, then reaching out in the void, where black light swirled in his palm. Before long, a black axe appeared in his hand.
"Sky Splitting Axe... he is Pangu!" Shen Luo exclaid in surprise.
What happened next, he already knew, Pangu would use the Sky Splitting Axe to open the heavens and earth, creating the beginning of the Three Realms, leading to stars, all things growing, and the Three Realms flourishing.
As Pangu’s figure disappeared, only the black axe remained suspended in the void.
Seeing this, Shen Luo quickly stepped forward and grabbed the black axe.
However, the instant his fingers tightened, the black axe turned into mist and dissipated into space.
In that instant, he awoke, seeing only the jade pillow ford of mist beside him — where was the Sky Splitting Axe?
"What’s the aning of this, why give this dream?" Shen Luo wondered, and soon found the answer.
The mont he touched the black axe, he wasn’t entirely without gains; he felt a power of laws he’d never sensed before.
That was the true power of laws inherent in the Sky Splitting Axe itself.
Since obtaining the Sky Splitting Axe, Shen Luo always thought it contained the Law of Destruction, the power of annihilation. Now he understood that it was the power of Chaos Law.
Chaos implies uncertainty, infinite possibilities, and the fusion of destruction and rebirth.
At the mont Shen Luo realized this, the Heavenly Dream Pillow, condensed from yellow mist, transford into a yellow stream of air and coursed into Shen Luo’s hand.
Subconsciously gripping his fingers, the yellow stream in his palm instantly ford a phantom axe shadow.
In the next instant, the surrounding world changed dramatically.
Gray mist surged all around, and stream upon stream of air current swept in from all directions, rushing toward the axe shadow in Shen Luo’s hand.
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