Comprehending Chaos Power
The first ray of light that revived the earth was like a silver blade repeatedly tempered by the morning light from the heavens, possessing a sharp edge capable of cleaving through the Primordial Chaos chaos. Just as it tore a thin silver line through the dark sky, Ren Xiaoyao's figure, suspended in the void, trembled violently. The tremor was not a physical reaction from his muscles and flesh, but rather ripples spreading from the depths of his soul, as if some Primordial Secret Treasure, dormant for billions of years, was awakening along with this light that pierced the darkness, causing even the surrounding void to tremble slightly.
The tremor didn't come from any external impact; it wasn't a biting Gale Wind brushing past my face, nor was it a sinister intrusion of demonic Yao Qi. Rather, it originated from a disturbance deep within my body—the bloodstain on my palm, which had only just healed yesterday, had unexpectedly reopened. The blood seeping from the crack wasn't ordinary bright red blood, but wisps of grayish-black air. This air carried an indescribable viscosity, like night fog solidified over millions of years, or like thick, unyielding ink. As it lingered around my fingertips, it carried a faint, sweet, and metallic scent.
They slithered between his fingers like startled snakes, sometimes coalescing into ferocious beast heads, their fangs bared and gleaming with cold light, their saliva dripping and scorching through the void, leaving tiny Black Hole as if to devour the entire world; at other times, they scattered into blurry ghostly figures, drifting erratically, surrounded by Nine Netherworlds aura that could freeze the very soul. That chill penetrated to the bone marrow, as if even thought could be frozen. These were the Demon Origin Embers origins that had quietly infiltrated his meridians when the Chaos Giant Shadow had collapsed, taking advantage of his depleted spiritual power and weakened defenses. They were the essence of countless demons' lifelong cultivation, the Incarnation of their most primal desires and power, carrying the resentment and unwillingness of ten thousand years.
In the past, with just a slight thought, the Life and Death Giant Wheel behind him would instantly spew forth green mist and blue flames. The green mist could nurture all things, making withered trees flourish in an instant, and causing life to grow wildly until it decayed and turned into a pile of mud. The blue flames could incinerate everything, turning metal and stone to ashes in a moment, and causing Annihilation to spread into Void in an instant, leaving not even a trace. The two flames were like two swift blades, which would surely shred this evil power into ashes, leaving not even a trace to be traced.
But at this moment, as his fingertips touched the gray- Black Airflow, a strange tingling sensation arose, much like the instant two icy beads, half-melted and half-cold, touching on the tip of a blade of grass on a cold winter morning. The icy demonic nature and the warm spiritual energy reached a delicate balance in an instant. The feeling spread from his fingertips to his heart, and even the beating heart in his chest skipped a beat, as if some deep-rooted preconceived notions were quietly collapsing, shattering into countless Stardust, scattered in the corners of his consciousness.
"Beyond birth and death, within Primordial Chaos, there exists such undefined power." He gazed at the gray energy flowing in his palm, his eyes clearly reflecting countless illusory demonic figures floating within the energy: the venomous tongue of Snake-Haired Demoness flickered intermittently in the darkness, each breath releasing a deadly aura capable of corroding even Immortal Bone, the air itself distorting slightly where that aura passed; the crystal cores of Stone Demon collided within, emitting a dull, thunderous metallic clang, the sound containing the power to shake mountains, seemingly capable of making the earth tremble; and the black silk of Human-Faced Spider Demon coiled and swirled within, revealing folds in space, as if a gentle tug could fold heaven and earth, turning what was close into the ends of the earth.
The malevolent energy he once regarded as "demonic obstacles" and which he was determined to eliminate, now, in the afterglow of the dissipating Life and Death Giant Wheel of life and death, stretched out like smooth silk. The vitality of the green mist and the Annihilation of the blue flames seemed to have encountered something of the same origin that had been separated for many years. Instead of being completely devoured, they flowed like two surging springs into a deep pool, stirring up ripples that spread outwards within his dantian. Wherever those ripples passed, even the meridians of his limbs and bones felt a tingling sensation, as if some ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time was breaking through the earth and was about to usher in a new life that would shake the world, with an unstoppable momentum.
Suddenly, the Life and Death Giant Wheel behind him emitted a piercing buzz, the sound so sharp it was like thousands of steel needles piercing the eardrums, making one want to cover their ears. The wheel trembled violently, as if trying to break free from some invisible constraint. The green mist and blue flames on the rim of the wheel surged back like a burst dam, intertwining tightly with the demonic embers in the dantian, inseparable, devouring and merging with each other, staging a silent yet fierce battle, every moment alternating between birth and destruction.
The three forces that were originally clearly distinct now stirred up a raging storm within him: spiritual energy surged like magma erupting from the depths of the earth, scorching and burning his meridians wherever it passed, emitting a smell like roasted meat, and leaving charred lines on the surface, as if they were about to be completely incinerated and turned to ashes in the next second; Demonic Power was like a cold current formed from Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, freezing his Primordial Spirit with stinging pain wherever it passed, revealing fine Ice Crystals, the chill capable of freezing time, as if trying to strangle all life in its infancy; while the Power of Life and Death frantically tore between these two forces, trying to forcibly split this tangled mess, but only making the situation more chaotic, like throwing a boulder into an already raging torrent, stirring up an even more violent vortex, almost tearing his body apart.
Ren Xiaoyao let out a muffled groan, the sound filled with suppressed extreme pain. Veins bulged on his forehead, and the void around him was torn apart by this extremely chaotic power, leaving spiderweb-like cracks. From these cracks seeped a faint blue light, as pure as a newborn star and as deep as Rift in the universe, like the eye of heaven and earth, facing and echoing the gray energy in his palm, as if engaging in a dialogue across time and space, telling ancient secrets.
The recently healed wound burst open again, and as the blood dripped, it condensed in the air into half-black, half-green Ice Crystals. These Ice Crystals were crystal clear, yet they exuded an eerie aura, as if they were woven from the power of life and death. Along the trajectory of the falling Ice Crystals, there were still strands of light woven from spiritual and Demonic Power power, shimmering with strange light, like the most beautiful silk. But the moment they hit the ground, they turned into a wisp of green smoke, rising up without leaving a trace of ash, as if they had never existed. They exuded a chilling and eerie Void, making one wonder if they had ever really existed.
"Spiritual power is the bone, Demonic Power is the blood, life and death are the veins... So that's how it is." Amidst the excruciating pain, the scene of the Chaos Giant Shadow collapsing suddenly exploded in his mind, as clear as if it were yesterday: the moment those Origin Core melted in the pillar of light, dark red runes containing the Corrosive Laws floated out from the poisonous mist of the Snake-Haired Demoness, each rune flowing with the rhythm of destruction, proclaiming the truth that all things will eventually return to decay; within the Stone Demon core, there were the earthen yellow secrets of the resilient earth, each character proclaiming the power it bears, interpreting the mysteries of constancy and perseverance; on the black silk of the Human-Faced Spider Demon, there were silver-gray traces of space folding, each inch of the traces interpreting the mysteries of dimensions, revealing the illusion and reality of heaven and earth.
These fragments collided within him not to destroy, but to seek a harmonious balance, just as the fusion of water and soil gives birth to vibrant life, turning barrenness into an oasis, and the Day and Night Cycle constitutes the flow of time, giving life a cycle. They are all indispensable, interdependent, and together compose the poem of heaven and earth, and depict the picture of the universe.
He abruptly loosened his clenched fists, dispelling all thoughts of deliberate suppression, allowing the three forces to freely collide and intertwine within his body. He no longer tried to control them, but chose to accept them, like an observer watching the changes unfold. His State of Mind became peaceful, as if he had merged with the chaotic forces.
The brilliance of the Life and Death Giant Wheel gradually subsided, no longer so blatant. The green mist and blue flames, like tamed fish, flowed slowly along the trajectory of the demonic power, sometimes accelerating, sometimes slowing down, as if dancing an ancient waltz, full of mysterious rhythm. That rhythm was in sync with the breath of heaven and earth, and synchronized with the alternation of the sun and moon, harmonious and natural.
Suddenly, the Grey Pill within his dantian erupted with a dazzling light, warm and boundless, forming a solid barrier that firmly enveloped the three forces. Within the light, countless runes flickered and faded like stars—the new order born from the collision and fusion of the "birth, aging, sickness, and death" of the Dao of Life and Death and the "Greed, Anger, Ignorance, and Resentment" of the laws of demons and Demon Laws. Each rune silently spoke of the symbiotic relationship between good and evil, as if it were the first Daoist sound that pierced through Primordial Chaos at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth time, pure and profound, containing the great power of creation, capable of shaping all things and destroying everything.
Just as the three forces were about to merge into a circle and achieve balance, a deafening thunder suddenly rolled across the sky. The thunder was like the roar of a god, carrying an unquestionable majesty, as if the supreme god was proclaiming the final verdict. It resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and even the earth trembled slightly in the thunder. The distant mountains also shook, as if they were about to be overturned by this force.
Dark clouds surged in from all directions like spilled ink, instantly obscuring the entire sky and completely blocking out the sunlight. The world was plunged into a pitch-black darkness, with only the lingering smell of blood and burnt flesh in the wind reminding people of the battle that had taken place, sending chills down their spines.
Crimson, purple, and gold lightning churned within the clouds. The crimson lightning surged like molten copper, radiating a scorching heat that could incinerate everything in its path, distorting the air as if to reduce everything to charcoal. The purple lightning flickered like a venomous snake, containing a chilling aura that could tear at the soul; each flick of its tongue sent shivers down the spine, almost causing the soul to scatter. The gold lightning shone like a divine weapon suspended in the heavens, embodying the majesty of judgment over all—this was the judgment of the Heaven and Earth Laws upon the "otherworldly." Ren Xiaoyao's act of merging spiritual and Demonic Power power had already crossed the forbidden Red Thread drawn by the Heavenly Dao. Even the surrounding air became stagnant and heavy, as if it would collapse at any moment, utterly crushing this world.
"Heavenly Tribulation... It's just in time." Ren Xiaoyao looked up at the sky, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever, but instead burning with fierce fighting spirit. That fighting spirit was like a wildfire, instantly sweeping through his limbs and bones, making his blood boil, and even his pores spewing out an Unbending Will, as if he wanted to compete with the Heaven and Earth Laws.
He deliberately dispersed the Power of Life and Death protecting his body, releasing all the Chaos Qi he had just fused with without reservation, as if declaring his determination to heaven and earth. That aura soared into the sky, confronting the thunder in the dark clouds.
The dark gray currents behind him transformed into a colossal shadow that blotted out the sky, neither its previous demonic form nor its human silhouette, but a constantly twisting, all-encompassing Chaos Aspect: at times it transformed into a raging herd of beasts, Shattering the Void and unleashing deafening roars filled with primal wildness, as if trying to break free from all constraints; at other times it solidified into towering ancient trees, taking root in the universe, displaying vigorous vitality, a vitality containing boundless resilience, capable of withstanding all storms; and at still other times it became a vast Star River, stretching across the sky, shimmering with mysterious light, a light that concealed the Mysteries of the Universe, inspiring awe and fear.
It always maintains a hazy, Beginning of Chaos, indistinct yet seemingly encompassing everything in the world, whether good or evil, life or death, all intertwined within it, full of infinite possibilities, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted, containing endless stories.
When the first crimson lightning struck, it carried the domineering power to incinerate everything. Wherever it passed, the air was scorched, emitting a pungent, burnt smell that made it difficult to breathe. The rocks on the earth's surface instantly melted into molten lava, which slowly flowed down the ravines, leaving behind traces of destruction, as if it wanted to completely reshape this world and erase everything from the past.
But the moment it touched the Chaos Aspect, it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Only ripples spread across the surface of the colossal shadow, within which flashed countless phantoms of beings reborn in flames: Phoenix rose from the ashes, their wings ablaze with even more dazzling brilliance, radiating the joy of rebirth. Each feather seemed woven from the essence of the sun, emitting a warm and Dazzling Light; withered trees sprouted new buds in spring, their green shoots carrying the resilience of those who survived calamity, brimming with the hope of life. Each new leaf spoke of unyielding resistance, showcasing the tenacity of life; even the seeds beneath the scorched earth broke through their seed coats in the lightning, revealing tender white sprouts, demonstrating tenacious vitality. Though small, those sprouts contained the power to pierce the heavens and earth, revealing the indomitable spirit of life.
Ren Xiaoyao groaned, his Demonic Power and spiritual power violently trembling under the impact of the Thunder Force, as if it were about to be torn into countless fragments. But this also made them mesh even more tightly, like refined iron that had been forged a thousand times, shedding all impurities and gradually revealing an indestructible sharpness. That sharpness was restrained and heavy, containing the power to Causal-Severing, making his aura more and more stable.
The charred lines and Ice Crystals in his meridians gradually faded under the tempering of this power, leaving behind more resilient veins. These veins, like the meridians of the earth, connected his limbs and bones, flowing with the power of new life, making his body seem as if it had undergone a complete transformation.
After the nine crimson lightning bolts, Purple Lightning surged like thousands of venomous snakes, each containing the power to tear apart the soul. It drew a dark purple trajectory in the air, emitting a "sizzling" sound that made one's scalp tingle. The sound seemed to penetrate directly into the mind, shaking one's spirit and causing one to become mentally disoriented.
The Chaos Aspect constantly disintegrated and reformed within the Purple Lightning. When it disintegrated, it transformed into countless fragments of light, Ruyan. Each fragment carried a memory—joy, pain, confusion, and determination. When it reformed, it coalesced into a new form, full of resilience, as if it would never be completely destroyed, displaying a tenacious vitality.
Ren Xiaoyao's Primordial Spirit seemed to have been thrown into Myriad-Blade Purgatory, countless fragments of memories churning in his mind: when cultivating spiritual power, his limbs were frozen stiff in the icy pool, his teeth chattering, yet he continued to circulate his Cultivation Method, never wavering in the slightest. That perseverance was like a seed, deeply buried in his heart, now grown into a towering tree; when slaying demons, the blade cut his palms with stinging pain, blood staining his clothes, yet his eyes remained firm, never wavering. That decisiveness was like a sharp sword, its edge fully revealed, now even sharper; now, resonating with the Demonic Dao, the throbbing in his heart was like finding another forgotten self, that long-suppressed emotion finally released, like a frozen river thawing, surging forward, unstoppable...
As the last streak of Purple Lightning dissipated into the Chaos Aspect, he suddenly smiled. His laughter was filled with relief and clarity, as if he had untied a knot in his heart that had troubled him for many years. The laughter pierced through the clouds and resounded throughout the heavens and earth, carrying a carefree attitude of having seen through the ways of the world, which made the heavens and earth quiet for a moment.
Those forces that he forcibly separated with the words "good" and "Good and Evil" actually originated from the same source. Just as birth and death coexist in the universe, day and night have always been two sides of the world, interdependent and indispensable, together forming a complete world. There is no absolute good or absolute evil; only balance is eternal and the truth of the universe's operation.
The most terrifying golden lightning finally descended, a pure and ultimate Power of Order, condensing all the rules and constraints of heaven and earth. With an irresistible majesty, it aimed to completely obliterate this "incongruous" Primordial Chaos. It represented the will of heaven and earth, not allowing any Variables to exist, as if it wanted to maintain the inherent order of heaven and earth.
The lightning transformed into a pillar of light reaching the heavens, embracing Ren Xiaoyao and Chaos Aspect within it. The light was dazzling, obscuring all other colors in the world, and even the void itself rippled with transparent light, as if the entire world was contained within this pillar of light, undergoing the most severe judgment. Any existence that dared to defy the order would be completely annihilated and reduced to nothingness.
The three forces within his body contracted wildly in the golden light, as if they were about to be crushed into dust. The excruciating pain of his meridians breaking inch by inch almost made him faint. His consciousness wavered between clarity and confusion, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Yet his eyes remained firm, never wavering in the slightest, as if proclaiming his indomitable spirit.
Just as he was on the verge of collapse, the Grey Pill in his dantian suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sound. The sound was like a great bell, resounding through his soul and washing away all the gloom. It was as if it were the first call from the beginning of the universe, awakening the sleeping origin and clearing his consciousness.
The green, blue, and gray light suddenly merged into one, transforming into an undefinable stream of energy. It belonged neither to light nor darkness, yet contained all the qualities of both. Mysterious and powerful, it transcended all known Principle, forming its own unique system, as if it were a completely new power system.
This current of air is neither as warm and gentle as green mist, nor as fierce and cold as blue flames; it is neither as vibrant as life nor as Annihilation as death; it exists within the Principle of nature, following a certain rhythm of heaven and earth, yet it also exists outside of order, unbound by convention. It is a unity of contradictions, a fusion of opposites, exhibiting a unique balance.
As it slowly circulated, the golden lightning melted away like snow meeting spring, transforming into wisps of energy that were absorbed by the flow of energy. The lightning, which originally represented judgment, now became nourishment for Primordial Chaos. This was Variables that even heaven and earth had not anticipated, leaving the Heaven and Earth Laws and earth astonished.
Within the pillar of light emerged a scene from the Beginning of Heaven and Earth time: pure energy rose to become the heavens, high and clear, carrying the sun, moon, and stars, giving them their orbits; turbid energy sank to become the earth, thick and stable, nurturing all living things, giving life its foundation for propagation; and in between lay the Primordial Chaos that encompassed all things, neither distinguishing between good and evil, neither clear nor turbid, yet it gave birth to all possibilities in the world, the beginning and the final destination of all things, the origin and the end of everything, containing infinite mysteries.
"Primordial Chaos is neither demon, nor Tao, neither birth nor death; it is the beginning of heaven and earth, and the Way Home of all things." Ren Xiaoyao opened his eyes, his former clarity and profundity gone, replaced by Primordial Chaos as vast as the universe, yet within this Primordial Chaos lay countless stars. He could almost see the birth and death of Nebula, the flow of rivers, the withering and flourishing of plants. The trajectories of all things in the world were clearly presented before his eyes, understood in his heart. He had become one with Primordial Chaos, becoming Primordial Chaos spokesperson, shouldering a new mission.
He raised his hand and waved it, Chaos Aspect around him transformed into specks of light rain, which fell to the earth like shooting stars, carrying the Breath of Life. The light rain was gentle yet magnificent, and wherever it passed, everything underwent incredible changes, as if it were a grand baptism.
Falling on the scorched earth, it sprouts Rare Flowers and Exotic Herbs of red, purple, and blue, their petals delicate and dewy, still carrying the lingering Chaos Aura. A gentle touch releases wisps of light, dreamlike and ethereal. These flowers and herbs exude a fragrance that can heal the soul; inhaling it brings clarity to the mind, and past pain and weariness gradually dissipate in its aroma. Falling into the stream, it brings forth winged fish and antler-covered beasts, darting nimbly through the water, their scales and fur shimmering with iridescent light, emitting joyful cries. The clear, melodious sounds carry the joy of new life and the yearning for freedom. They coexist harmoniously with nature, respecting each other, creating a vibrant and lively scene. When the rain of light touches the cracks in spacetime, the deep blue fissures slowly heal like wounds.