None.
Endless nothing.
There is no up and down, no four directions, no past, and no future.
This is chaos.
In this primordial realm where even "existence" itself has not yet been defined, a huddled figure is suspended.
That was a young man.
His eyes were closed tightly and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was immersed in a long and chaotic dream. There are no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, and there is no divine light to protect him. He is just suspended naked, like an insignificant speck of dust, floating in the void that has no beginning or end.
However, the strange thing is that around this "dust", the chaotic air flow automatically circulates, as if it itself is a taboo, and even chaos dare not touch it.
His name is Chen Xuan.
