Beneath Stone Ghost Peak

This was a phantom that was not quite a shadow. It looked somewhat thin, so thin it seemed to leak wind and air. In some ways, it resembled the Soul Leopard phantom forged long ago in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

It was white because this person wore a white robe, and even the headband binding his hair was white. This robe seemed... The radiance of Chaos Power spilled in every direction, as though the heavens of the Cultivation World had been torn open by a rift. Golden and black runes intertwined and fell like a rain of stars, descending upon mountains, rivers, cities, sects, and even mortal villages deep within the wilderness. Cultivators gazed up at the sky, their eyes filled with both reverence and doubt.

Before the Oath Tablet, Ye Ying looked at Qing'er with a complicated expression. He slowly said, "Have you truly decided to completely introduce Chaos Power into the Cultivation World? This does not merely mean changing the cultivation system. It means shattering an order that has stood for a thousand years."

Qing'er smiled faintly, but her eyes shone with resolve. "Order is not meant to preserve what never changes. It is meant to adapt to change. Chaos Power has always existed between heaven and earth; we simply never understood it. Now, we can no longer avoid it."

Leng Yue nodded. "Cultivators have already begun accepting Chaos Power, but some sects and elders still oppose it. They believe Chaos Power is an uncontrollable variable that will throw the Cultivation World into turmoil."

"Turmoil?" You Ying sneered. "If one cannot even control chaos, what right does one have to speak of cultivation?"

Bai Shuang said softly, "What we need is not forced implementation, but to let every cultivator see the essence of chaos with their own