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- Lao Ziyun.

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Chaos and boundlessness. Endless time and eternal loneliness fill the world.

In the chaos, a mist does not know when it will be born and will be extinguished. It's just muddy, fluttering, directionless, and endless.

Somewhere, a little bit of green light, faintly flickering, seemed to be drifting as well, more like waiting still.

Maybe it's a moment later, and it seems to have gone through the reincarnation of hundreds of millions of eras, after tens of millions of misses, hundreds of millions of times of rubbing shoulders.

It can be said to be a coincidence, but it is an inevitable result.

At this moment, the mist and a little green light both found that in this world, in addition to themselves, there was more than endless chaos. But they don't know what each other is, what they're called, and why, and the only thing they can know is their yearning and expectations for each other.

Either way, in this moment of the world, they have each other......

From that moment on, a cloud of mist and a little light of brilliant green light drifted side by side, directionless, not knowing the time, the place, or the urgency.

In that moment, they really thought that this was eternity.

Everywhere they passed, however, the otherwise peaceful chaos suddenly changed dramatically—tumbling, shrinking, collapsing, burning, boiling, whistling, lightning, thundering, all kinds of states, changing very, endlessly, and repeatedly.

The energy on their bodies also continued to spill out to the surroundings as they wandered together, becoming weaker and weaker. Even so, they never thought of being separated from each other.

It seems that countless years have passed, and it feels like only a moment has passed. When the mist found that there was no more calm chaos around it to stay, the bright green light next to it also dissipated everything it had, completely blending into the chaos.

An invisible wave spread endlessly around the body that had little left of the mist. This tremor seems to be an unwilling roar, like a silent sigh, or the derivation and transmission of rules.

Wherever the invisible fluctuations passed, the violent chaos gradually subsided, and the chaotic and mixed thousands of energies converged, merged, gathered, and evolved—there was heaven and earth from the beginning, and all things at the end.

After releasing invisible fluctuations, the mist also contracted and changed itself, and finally condensed into a monument with simple vicissitudes and chaotic colors, and fell into heaven and earth.