The Chaos was vast. There wasn't any cardinal direction, nor was there a sense of bearing. It wasn't even always possible to feel the flow of time there. Luckily, there were references to refer to.
Otherwise, one would have to just barge confusedly in the Chaos. The result would either be falling into the terrifying calamity of Chaos or wander in despair for eternity.
'Alas the Chaos. Is it really true that it's the root of origin of all things?' Jiang Ming pondered while he continued moving forward.
This question was destined to be unsolvable. However, he saw the mystery of the Chaos. This was the first time he had ever been in the Chaos to say the least.
The endless gray aura flowed slowly along. Even as a breeze, the aura of Chaos could even pierce and tear through a Golden Immortal Dao Vessel.
