Drawn by the two Dao Flowers, the core essence of the world hovered in front of Lu Yun. It was a ball of white light restrained by eighteen thousand chains. At the same time, it seemed that the chains were part of the light to begin with. The ball of light was the shocking illumination that Lu Yun had seen outside.

It wasn’t as domineering inside the world of sequence. Rather, it glowed with a soft hue. Just like a newborn child, the world’s sequence was pristine and untainted. It could become any kind of sequence, and it would stay this pure if no other sequence was forthcoming to influence it.

“The sequence of the sea? Or the darkness?” Lu Yun stared at the ball of light and stowed his Dao Flowers. The ball didn’t leave despite the disappearance...