Chapter 2: Rebirth

Zhou Cheng began to concentrate all his attention, striving to guide more chaotic energy to refine his primordial spirit, and then cautiously absorbed the chaotic energy bit by bit. Chaos does not measure time, and he did not know how long had passed; he could feel the existence of his primordial spirit. The existence of the primordial spirit was akin to the golden body of later generations. Although it was still trapped within an egg-like shell, he could sense that his primordial spirit seemed to have grown quite strong. While it still appeared somewhat fragile and even a bit illusory, the golden body of the primordial spirit was indeed tall and grand, sitting cross-legged and fully absorbing the chaotic energy. Chaos does not measure time, and he did not know how long had passed; he could feel the existence of his primordial spirit. The existence of the primordial spirit was akin to the golden body of later generations. Although it was still trapped within an egg-like shell, he could sense that his primordial spirit seemed to have grown quite strong. While it still appeared somewhat fragile and even a bit illusory, the golden body of the primordial spirit was indeed tall and grand, sitting cross-legged and fully absorbing the chaotic energy.

Upon realizing that he had returned to the era before the differentiation of the primordial chaos, when heaven and earth had yet to be opened, Zhou Cheng felt a great sense of joy. He believed that he would no longer have to endure the anger of others, as no one could casually deceive, insult, or disgust him anymore. I must seize the time to cultivate; whether in the primordial chaos or in the future world of Honghuang, if I wish to enjoy the finer things in life, I must possess strength. If I want to make a decisive impact, I must first ensure that my foundation is solid and robust.

Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit continuously explored the surroundings, akin to a bat from a past life navigating this unknown world. The area was hazy and indistinct, devoid of familiar light and darkness, and lacking any known reference points. The entire space was filled with a substance that seemed to refine Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit, resembling a flow of air. Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit had grown relatively strong; he could sense that each time the air flow swept past him, it absorbed a minuscule trace of that flow, causing his primordial spirit to expand slightly. He could perceive that the substance existed in streams or clusters, some of which were murky, chaotic air currents. Suddenly, Zhou Cheng pondered how there could be so much chaotic matter present. Could it be chaotic air? Was it possible that he had traversed dimensions like the protagonists in novels? Zhou Cheng was skeptical, as the credibility of novels is limited, yet he did not entirely dismiss the idea, having been well-versed in fantasy novels in his past life. It is worth noting that he had never won even the lowest prize in the lottery in his previous life. However, it was sadly evident that after prolonged exploration, perception, and intuitive judgment, he had to admit that he had indeed traversed too far. Although, like the protagonists in all those novels, he had become the strongest in the world, it was unfortunate that his status as the strongest was greatly exaggerated, as it seemed he was the only one in this entire chaotic space, with not even the legendary Pangu, who opened the heavens, in sight.

Zhou Cheng once again immersed himself in cultivation, but this time it was not as aimless and chaotic as before. His goal was to refine and transform. His golden body and magical power were continuously growing. Truly, in the midst of chaos, time is inconsequential, and he felt at ease for countless years

Zhou Cheng found himself沉寂 in a chaotic and frustrating state of mind. In this completely unfamiliar world, apart from his thoughts, he felt nothing. He was filled with fear, akin to the childhood dread of the dark, when he would bury his head under the covers. Unfortunately, he now found himself in a strange silence that was even more terrifying than the night, without the comforting blanket he once relied on. Sigh, he wondered how his family was doing, whether they were particularly sad. Fortunately, he had purchased several types of insurance in advance, but Zhou Cheng himself did not know if he could ensure that his family would receive the insurance payout after he left the original world. He felt powerless, unable to even secure his own safety, let alone care for his family.

Uncertain how much time had passed, Zhou Cheng gradually realized that he could sense the subtle presence of his surroundings. He discovered that he was trapped within a peculiar substance, somewhat akin to an eggshell. Through the shell, he experienced a delicate sensation, as if he were submerged in an ocean, with invisible waves sweeping through his thoughts, simultaneously organizing them. Each wave sent a shiver through him, a truly marvelous experience. Although he had never used drugs in his previous life, he felt that the beauty of drugs paled in comparison to the comfort he was experiencing now, a mere triviality in the grand scheme of things. This sensation persisted for a long time, though Zhou Cheng could not specify how long. However, he noticed that his thoughts seemed to gain strength and clarity under the influence of those mysterious waves. The surroundings gradually materialized in his mind, and he suddenly became curious about the form in which he was perceiving things and objects. Could it be the legendary primordial spirit or soul? That would be quite a revelation, as this would mean he was akin to what is commonly referred to as a ghost. In fact, Zhou Cheng was mistaken; what remained of him was indeed the primordial spirit, as he possessed both soul and spirit. The reason ghosts are considered ghosts is that they lack the complete three souls and seven spirits, only able to restore their essence through the cycle of reincarnation, mending their fragile primordial spirit.

After approximately tens of millions of years, Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit had become immensely vast and sufficiently refined. The entire golden body of the primordial spirit sat majestically, with a clear visage, as it continuously twisted and tossed a large mass of chaotic energy between its fingers. After a while, it opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the large mass of cultivated chaotic energy like a whale. At this stage, Zhou Cheng's perception had become extraordinarily formidable, enveloping the surrounding billions of miles under its divine awareness. It sensed that in certain areas, the chaotic energy was particularly dense, as if something was being nurtured there. Zhou Cheng contemplated that it must be an innate spiritual treasure. Once I successfully refine my body and break out of my shell, I will certainly embark on a treasure-seeking expedition. Several times, Zhou Cheng attempted to condense his physical form, but perhaps due to the exceptionally favorable innate conditions, it proved extremely difficult to take shape, and each arduous attempt ended in failure. However, during this period, through billions of years of cultivation and absorption of chaotic energy, Zhou Cheng had comprehended a cultivation technique. This technique suddenly appeared in the mind of his primordial spirit after he awakened from a session of cultivation. From then on, Zhou Cheng no longer needed to blindly absorb chaotic energy, as that method was far too inefficient. He named this technique the "Chaotic Chapter."

Where is this? Am I dead? Zhou Cheng's consciousness gradually awakened. His not fully clear thoughts led him to subconsciously rub his head with his hand, and suddenly he was stunned. Clearly, he had consciousness, but why couldn't he feel his hand? After trying several times, he had to admit that he no longer had the hands that could move freely as before. But the cruel reality dealt him another blow. He realized that he not only lacked hands, but he could no longer feel anything that a human body should have; he had no eyes, could not see, could not feel, could not touch... After trying several times, he had to admit that he no longer had the hands that could move freely as before. But the cruel reality dealt him another blow. He realized that he not only lacked hands, but he could no longer feel anything that a human body should have; he had no eyes, could not see, could not feel, could not touch... After a moment of silence, Zhou Cheng regained his composure. Although it was very unfortunate, the silver lining in this misfortune was that he still had thoughts. But he also understood that he was definitely no longer a normal person.