If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

The three of them, one fleeing and two pursuing, remained in the chaotic void for two whole days.

Over the past two days, Zhou Ming has maintained a state of rapid progress.

As he steadily moved forward, he continuously released his own world power, probing the surrounding chaos little by little.

Despite running away, Zhou Ming didn't forget his purpose in coming to the Chaos.

In the midst of chaos, with rules in disarray, everyone lost the ability to teleport and could only travel by flying.

However, the divine senses of those two were not suppressed, and their detection range remained at the level of a quasi-saint.

After two days of fleeing, Zhou Ming, relying on his speed far exceeding that of his peers, had already created a considerable distance between himself and the two pursuers behind him.

However, this distance was still within the range of the divine senses of the two quasi-saints, and he was still within their detection range, unable to shake off their pursuit.

Zhou Ming was fully aware of this, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Zhou Ming wasn't flustered; he had absolute confidence in his speed.

Based on the current gap and his own speed of progress, it won't be long before he can completely break out of the two people's spiritual detection range and shake off these two pursuers.

However, things did not develop as smoothly as Zhou Ming had predicted.

Just as Zhou Ming was using all his strength to travel rapidly through the chaos, he keenly sensed that the two closely following auras behind him were slowly slowing down.

The two quasi-saints who had been relentlessly pursuing him gradually slowed down, until finally, they came to a complete stop.

Two figures stood silently in the cold, chaotic void, motionless.

His gaze was fixed on the direction Zhou Ming had fled, and he stood there quietly, neither pursuing nor leaving.

As Zhou Ming was fleeing at top speed, a deep sense of doubt arose in his heart.

However, he did not stop. He used all his power to explore the surrounding environment.

The two pursued relentlessly, showing no signs of giving up. Why did they suddenly stop at this moment and cease their chase?

He carefully examined the chaotic region spanning hundreds of billions of miles around him and found nothing unusual.

As far as the eye can see and as the power of the world can explore, the scene remains unchanged, a chaotic landscape.

All around was only boundless emptiness, cold and deathly silent, without any living beings or any strange phenomena.

It was no different from all the chaotic regions he had passed through; there was no reason why the two quasi-saints would stop.

Zhou Ming was filled with doubts, his brain racing, repeatedly deducing the situation, but he still couldn't figure out the key point.

Just as he was momentarily distracted and lost in thought, a strong sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him without warning, as if a deadly threat had already locked onto him.

With a life-or-death crisis looming, Zhou Ming dared not hesitate for a moment, nor did he have time to think things through.

With a focused mind, he instantly enveloped his entire body with the lotus platform nurtured within his dantian, forming a stable defensive barrier that firmly protected his physical body.

The moment he prepared his defenses, Zhou Ming reached out with his right hand and firmly grasped the "Fellow Daoist, Calm Down" talisman, focusing his attention on guard.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down." Over the years, it has been nurtured and tempered by the black scabbard, and has long since been transformed.

After the black scabbard absorbed and fused with four white lotuses of innate spiritual treasure quality, its own quality was greatly improved.

After the sword body was nourished and nurtured, it was transformed from an acquired weapon, breaking through its limitations and advancing into a true innate spiritual treasure, with its power increasing several times over compared to the past.

Zhou Ming gripped his longsword firmly in his right hand, the power of the world flowing around him, his mind focused and on guard, not missing any movement around him.

The released power of the world still failed to detect anything unusual, but the aura of danger was getting closer and closer.

The next instant, a subtle ripple suddenly came from Zhou Ming's side and rear.

Without any warning, a sharp attack suddenly burst forth from the void behind him, striking his body directly.

This attack was extremely well concealed, completely silent throughout, only suddenly erupting the moment it came into close proximity.

Zhou Ming reacted quickly, relying on his anticipation of the crisis, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, waved the Daoist Fellowship Calm in his hand, and accurately slashed at the incoming attack.

After a slight collision, the incoming force was deflected.

Zhou Ming steadied himself and looked closely, finally seeing the attacker's appearance clearly.

A grayish-white figure appeared without warning not far behind him.

This figure was formed entirely from pure chaotic energy, without a fixed outline, and its form was elusive, like mist floating in the void.

The figure appeared unremarkable, yet it possessed a striking feature.

In the center of the mist, there was a huge mouth with a long, thin, gray, tongue-like tentacle hanging from it. The attack that had just ambushed him was launched from this gray tentacle.

Zhou Ming's pupils contracted slightly, his heart filled with shock.

He is now at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, and his perception is almost the strongest among those below the Saint level.

Yet this chaotic, condensed figure was able to silently approach him.

Until the attack was launched, his world power did not detect it in advance, and his means of concealment were terrifying.

Shocked, Zhou Ming had no chance to catch his breath.

Without pausing, the chaotic monster extended its gray, tongue-like tentacles from its mouth once more.

Tentacles pierced the air, their angles unpredictable and their trajectories ever-changing, carrying immense power as they swept towards Zhou Ming's body, intending to engulf him and swallow him whole.

This strike was extremely fast and powerful, reaching the attack strength of a quasi-saint level, and should not be underestimated.

Zhou Ming dared not underestimate his opponent and immediately poured the powerful world energy within him into the Fellow Daoist's Anger-Soothing Sword.

The sword's spiritual light surged, unleashing the power of a primordial spiritual treasure.

Zhou Ming exerted force with his arm and twisted his wrist, sweeping his longsword horizontally to precisely block and neutralize the incoming gray tentacle, once again deflecting the dangerous attack.

As he parried, he took a step forward, twisted his waist, and swung his sword with all his might, unleashing a condensed and sharp beam of brilliant sword light that slashed straight at the chaotic monster before him.

Zhou Ming originally thought that this sword strike contained the power of an innate spiritual treasure and the power of the world, which would be enough to severely injure his opponent. However, what happened next made his face suddenly darken.

The chaotic monster neither dodged nor evaded, and took the full force of Zhou Ming's sword strike head-on.

The sharp sword light struck the monster's body, but caused no damage whatsoever.

The sword light pierced straight through the misty body, as if cleaving through empty, chaotic void, passing directly through the body and disappearing into the distant nothingness.

Zhou Ming's eyes narrowed slightly; the opponent was actually immune to physical attacks.

However, Zhou Mingdao did not panic, but immediately changed his attack method.

Holding the sword firmly in his right hand, maintaining a defensive posture, he quickly formed hand seals with his left hand, his fingertips sparkling with spiritual light, and a condensed purple lightning bolt burst forth instantly.

The thunder, with its deafening roar and the power to destroy everything, struck directly at the chaotic monster's body.

However, to Zhou Ming's astonishment, the purple lightning also had no effect whatsoever.

It pierced straight through the mist and shot towards the distant chaotic void, eventually disappearing completely.

Physical attacks are ineffective, and so are magical attacks.

Zhou Ming finally showed obvious astonishment on his face, his heart filled with confusion. In all these years, he had never encountered such a strange existence.

This monster seemed to be immune to all physical and magical attacks. All attacks that landed on it would pass right through its body and cause no damage. It was as if it were fighting against nothingness, and all its methods were in vain.

Ignoring Zhou Ming's astonishment, the monster maintained its initial posture, its gray tentacles extending once more, following the same eerie trajectory, relentlessly sweeping towards Zhou Ming's body with a continuous and relentless attack.