Chapter 2 Rebirth

  Where am I? Am I dead? Zhou Cheng's consciousness gradually awakened. His not-so-clear thinking made him subconsciously rub his head with his hand, but he suddenly froze. He was clearly conscious, yet he couldn't feel his own hands. Repeating the attempt several times, he had to admit that he no longer had the hands that once obeyed his will. But the cruel reality gave him another blow. He discovered that not only did he not have hands, but also none of the other parts of his body that should be there could be felt - eyes that couldn't see, touch or feel... After a moment of silence, Zhou Cheng slowly regained his composure. Although it was unfortunate, the fortunate thing among misfortunes was that he still had his thoughts. But he also understood that he was no longer a normal person.

  Zhou Cheng was in a state of mental turmoil, feeling completely disconnected from the world around him. He had no sense of anything except his thoughts, which filled him with fear, like when he was a child and afraid of the dark, always wanting to hide under the blankets. Unfortunately, he was now trapped in an even more terrifying silence than the darkness, without the comfort of his childhood bed. Ah, he wondered how his family was doing, if they were extremely sad, fortunately, he had bought some insurance beforehand, but Zhou Cheng himself didn't know if he could guarantee that his family would receive the insurance payout after he left this world. He couldn't even take care of himself, let alone think about his family's well-being.

  It wasn't until much later that Zhou Cheng gradually discovered he could sense the subtle existence of his surroundings. He found himself trapped in a strange, eggshell-like substance. Through the shell, he had a very subtle feeling that he was floating in an ocean, with waves of invisible ripples sweeping over his mind, and each wave also combed through his thoughts, leaving him with a thrilling sensation. It was truly wonderful, and although he had never taken drugs before, he felt that even the thrill of narcotics couldn't compare to this feeling. This sensation lasted for a very long time, and Zhou Cheng couldn't say exactly how long, but he discovered that his mind seemed to be strengthened by those mysterious waves, and his perception of his surroundings became clearer. The scene around him gradually emerged in his mind, and he suddenly wondered what form he was using to perceive things. Could it be the legendary yuan Shen or soul? That would be a big deal, wouldn't it? Wouldn't that make him a ghost, as people commonly said? Actually, Zhou Cheng was wrong; what he had left behind was indeed his yuan Shen, because his hun and po were complete, whereas ghosts were incomplete, with only three of the seven po and six of the twelve hun. Only by going through the six paths of reincarnation could they supplement their souls and repair their weak yuan Shen.

  Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit repeatedly probed the surroundings, like a bat from his past life exploring this unknown world. The surroundings were hazy and indistinct, without any familiar light or darkness, nor any known reference points. The entire space was filled with the substance that combed Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit, feeling like an airflow. Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit had become quite strong, and he could feel that every time he was swept by the airflow, he would absorb a tiny thread of it, causing his primordial spirit to expand slightly. He could sense that those substances were layered or clustered, some turbid and chaotic!?! Zhou Cheng suddenly thought, how could there be so many chaotic substances? Could it be the Chaotic Qi? Had he crossed over like the protagonist in his novel? Zhou Cheng didn't believe it, after all, the credibility was limited, but he also didn't rule it out. After all, his past life had experienced many mysterious and fantastical trials. To know that he had never won even a third-rate prize in the lottery in his past life. But unfortunately, after another long period of exploration and intuition, he finally had to admit that he had crossed over, although like all the novels wrote, the protagonist became the number one under heaven. Unfortunately, this number one was too watery because the entire chaotic space seemed to have only him, without even a trace of the legendary Pangu who opened the sky.

  When he knew that he had returned to the era of Hongmeng, before the heavens and earth were opened, Zhou Cheng was very happy, he felt that he would no longer have to suffer from others' bullying, and there would be no one who could humiliate him at will. I must seize the time to cultivate, whether it's the chaos before the opening or the Honghuang world in the future, if you want to eat well and drink well, you need to have strength, if you want to slap a brick, you also need to make the brick bigger and more solid first.

  Zhou Cheng began to focus all his attention, striving to guide more chaotic air currents to groom his primordial spirit. Then, he carefully absorbed the chaotic air currents bit by bit. The chaos didn't keep track of years, and he didn't know how long it had been. He could feel the existence of his primordial spirit, which was like a golden body in later generations. Although it was still trapped inside an eggshell-like shell, he felt that his primordial spirit seemed to have become very strong.

  After tens of thousands of millions of years, Zhou Cheng's primordial spirit had grown extremely large and was sufficient to condense. The entire golden body of his primordial spirit sat upright with a clear face, and the fingers of his hands continuously entwined and manipulated a large mass of chaotic airflow. After a while, he opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing this large mass of refined chaotic airflow like a whale.

  Zhou Cheng's perception during this period was extremely terrifying. The billions of miles around him were under the cover of his divine consciousness, and he felt that some places had particularly dense chaotic airflow, as if they were nurturing something. Zhou Cheng thought to himself that it should be the Primordial Spirit Treasure, and when he successfully refined his body and broke out of his shell, he would definitely go on a treasure hunt.

  Several times, Zhou Cheng tried to condense his physical body, but perhaps due to the excellent primordial conditions, it was extremely difficult for him to transform into a physical form. The result of several attempts was that he couldn't succeed. However, during this period, Zhou Cheng had already gained insight into a cultivation method through billions of years of absorbing chaotic airflow. It was a mantra that suddenly appeared in his mind after waking up from meditation one time, and from then on, Zhou Cheng no longer blindly absorbed chaotic airflow, as the efficiency was too low.

  He named this mantra "Chaotic Airflow Chapter".

  Zhou Cheng once again sank into his cultivation, this time not as aimless and disorderly as before. His goal was to condense and transform his form. His golden body and magical powers were growing continuously. It was truly a chaotic yet carefree era, with thousands of years passing like a gentle breeze.

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