Through countless cycles of reincarnation and contemplation, Chu Jiang came to understand the true meaning of chaos.
The chaos he had pursued so bitterly was not about merging myriad laws into one, but about becoming the vessel itself—one capable of bearing, embracing, and even ruling over the clamor of those myriad laws.
"I" did not need to become anything. Wherever "I" existed, there was order; there was chaos.
The birth of that thought was like the first bolt of lightning that split open heaven and earth, illuminating the lost path and cleaving through chaos.
At the instant his Chaos Dao Foundation took shape, the Path-Joining Fruit outside let out an overloaded cracking sound. Its immense power of reincarnation and the laws of all Saints were thoroughly drained by Chu Jiang. The sheen on its surface completely dimmed, and with a crack, it crumbled into powder and scattered between heaven and earth.
Rumble!
Chu Jiang slowly opened his eyes. There was no longer any distinction between whites and pupils within them, only a slowly revolving, profound gray chaos, as though countless worlds were being born and perishing within.
He gently clenched his fist. What he felt was no longer the power to destroy heaven and earth, but the embryonic authority to define and create.
With a slight shift of thought, a wisp of gray airflow spilled from Chu Jiang's fingertips. On his left, it transformed into a spring breeze brimming with vitality; on his right, it became deathly, icy darkness.
"This is Myriad Laws Return to One—chaos born of heaven itself!"
Chu Jiang murmured. It was not that myriad laws became one law; rather, when one law was born, myriad laws followed. My will was law, and my heart was the Dao.
And chaos was that one.
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