When he awoke again in a hazy state, he was frowning, as if deep in thought. The Primordial Spirit Mirror hovered around him, then transformed into a stream of light and rushed into his brow. A surge of joy followed: the Primordial Purple-Gold Technique, relying on the primordial energy to cultivate an invincible primordial body, and relying on the primordial energy to cultivate a purple-gold primordial spirit. The technique had nine cycles: one cycle to become an immortal, two to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, three to a Quasi-Saint, four to a Saint, five to be comparable to the Heavenly Dao, six to surpass the Heavenly Dao, seven to become the Great Dao, eight to create chaos, and nine to primordial chaos. The Primordial Spirit Mirror's inherent time essence had already become indistinguishable from his own.

He closed his eyes and savored the Primordial Purple Gold Technique. He saw the Primordial Qi around him gathering towards him like a whale swallowing its prey. Instantly, the Primordial Qi vortex formed around him burst out in all directions at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

Whether it was thousands or hundreds of millions of years ago, the primordial energy around them ceased its flow. In the void, a colossal sphere radiated boundless light, illuminating the surrounding space. Perhaps this light was so dazzling that it aroused envy, for a shuttle-shaped object flashed and disappeared in the distance. When it reappeared, it was already at the edge of the sphere of light, trailing a trail of light spanning billions of miles, shooting towards the sphere with a murderous aura. Surprisingly, the sphere remained undamaged; instead, a small crack appeared, allowing the object to enter, before returning to stillness.

There was no time limit in the primordial chaos. With a loud bang, the sphere of light cracked open, and the scattered energy ripples spread in all directions with an aura of destruction. Wherever the ripples passed, spatial cracks and spatial collapses were everywhere. When everything returned to silence, it was clear that he had awakened. He stood leaning against the air, his left hand outstretched, on which an ancient mirror spun irregularly. A sword hung diagonally behind him, with the two small seal characters "Thousand Illusions" inscribed on it.

Ha, ha, ha... I'm finally out. His joy didn't last long before he fell silent again, because he had been lonely for too long, so lonely that he had forgotten everything.

Bored, he transformed into a streak of purple light and shot into the distance, disappearing in a flash towards Qianhuan. Indeed, that was one of Qianhuan's abilities: a stream of purple light that could travel millions of miles in a single flash, reaching another part of the sky.

In his endless wandering, he suddenly stopped. He saw a patch of purple mist ahead and tried to fly towards it, but was blocked by a thin purple film. As if he'd discovered something amusing, he flew back. In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of miles separated them. He stopped to look around, feeling it was far enough, and stopped flying. Suddenly, he made an astonishing move: he used his Purple Stream Light Technique to transform into a beam of purple mist and crashed into the purple mist. With a deafening boom, he was thrown back. Enraged, he roared and flew a great distance, growing to a thousand feet tall, and crashed into it again, only to be thrown back once more. This repeated itself, crashing and being thrown back again and again. Until one moment, he said, "I'm not playing with you anymore. I'm using my ultimate move!" After speaking, he was enveloped in a purple-gold divine light. He raised his right hand, and a small sword emerged from his fingertip, instantly growing to ten feet long. Another stream of light crashed into the distant purple aura. With a "pop," like shattering glass, the membrane cracked, the fissures spreading rapidly in all directions. He then saw the source of the purple aura: a purple lotus platform floating silently in the air. It had 36 petals, arranged in three layers: eighteen outer petals, twelve middle petals, and six inner petals. In the center grew six lotus seeds, divided into red, black, white, purple, and yellow, and one special lotus seed. He reached out and gently touched the purple lotus, which suddenly burrowed into his body, revealing its origin. Within the primordial chaos exists the Primordial Limitless Sacred Lotus, which has one hundred and eight petals. This lotus was formed during the first collapse of the primordial space, when it was damaged and decomposed, becoming the Primordial Purple Lotus. It is a supreme treasure of chaos; standing upon it in battle guarantees victory, and it effectively suppresses fortune. The other seventy-two petals transformed into a spiritual root, their whereabouts unknown.

And so began his long journey of refining the purple lotus.

As the Primordial Bead absorbed energy and numerous spiritual objects were nurtured within the Primordial Space, this Primordial Space underwent its second upheaval. The surrounding Primordial Qi rapidly converged towards the center. Where the spiritual energy vanished, black holes appeared one after another, each swallowed by nothingness. Time passed in the blink of an eye. All the Primordial Qi in this space had gathered, squeezing and merging together, rapidly shrinking, then expanding dramatically, finally exploding. Countless primordial Qi raged, surged, and roared. The space finally succumbed to this rampant energy and began to collapse and destroy in large swathes, quickly engulfing the entire space.

Meanwhile, in a distant land, he was still immersed in refining the purple lotus, completely unaware of the surrounding turmoil and unease. Just as the boundless energy storm was about to strike him, the only life form in the primordial chaos, a purple aura overflowed from beneath his feet and rapidly enveloped his entire body. Simultaneously, a purple lotus platform slowly swirled beneath his feet, an ancient mirror emitted concentric rings of time-related ripples from between his brows, and a radiant sword shot from his back, spinning erratically around him. They shielded him from the collapse and destruction of space; without them, there would be no him, and certainly no her.

The storm has passed, but there's no rainbow.

The HarmonyOS space has disappeared, and a new space will soon be born. It may be much younger than the previous one, but it will also mature. I firmly believe that.