The secrets of Heaven have been in chaos since the time of Pangu's enlightenment. All divination and predictive arts have become ineffective. The will of Heaven is truly unpredictable.
Cangtian felt somewhat lost. "Sigh, I really don't know when Pangu will wake up." He'd been sitting here listlessly for hundreds of years.
The thunder in the sky had long since stopped, and the scene seemed even more desolate in the chaos.
This is a deathly silent world, devoid of sound, sky, and earth. Only boundless emptiness exists. If someone were to truly transmigrate into this chaos, could they endure such boundless solitude? Ah, who knows? The heavens seemed to feel sleepy, but this feeling was immediately banished.
Just as the heavens dispelled his drowsiness, his primordial spirit suddenly becam
