"You old bastard, your eternity can't contain my variables."
Zong Shen had never intended to escape.
Instead, he poured his will and the active seed of chaos within him into the rift.
What he wanted was not to widen the rift and flee, but to pump the boundless chaotic storm outside into this realm of absolute order on an even greater scale.
"Bzzzt!"
Under the pressure of an even stronger force of stasis, the rift trembled violently and contracted, on the verge of sealing shut.
Yet just as it shrank to its limit, the murky chaotic storm within it—drawn in by the power of chaos—underwent a qualitative transformation.
They were no longer mere spatial turbulence. Instead, they began to directly clash and annihilate with the will of chaos Zong Shen had poured in, as well as the pure rules of stasis and termination within the Night King's domain.
A bizarre fusion even emerged.
Chaos was the origin of all things, and also the destination of all things.
It was the reverse side of order, as well as the breeding ground for every possibility.
Thus, it did not reject order. It could devour order as well.
And in the process of devouring it, evolve into a new form.
"Crack!"
A shattering sound, far clearer than before, rang out.
It did not come from the rift, but from the seemingly flawless barrier of rules within the Night King's domain itself.
Centered on that rift, dozens of tiny cracks flickering with dim chaotic radiance spread through the void.
Wherever those cracks passed, the Night King's rules of stasis became sluggish and disordered.
The eternally unchanging absolute low temperature within the domain began to fluctuate almost imperceptibly.
Some dust that had been frozen for countless tens of thousands of years actually began to fall,