Sitting at the Source of the Extraordinary, Ordering the Sequence of the Extraordinary, Beginning the End of the Extraordinary

After a long while...

Xu Xing finally opened his eyes again. Murky mist seemed to churn within them, and deeper still, a sharpness capable of shaking the boundless chaos was brewing.

All manner of strange phenomena flashed past in an instant, as though none had ever appeared. Clarity returned to his eyes once more.

Suddenly!

As if sensing something, Xu Xing glanced down the mountain again.

As far as his gaze reached lay boundless, infinite, endlessly surging chaos qi.

The most ordinary, omnipresent thing within the Chaos Sea. Worlds used the net of laws and reason as a sieve, breathing in and out chaos to nourish themselves.

This should have been the most ordinary of matters, yet Xu Xing keenly sensed something different within it.

With every breath a world took, the world itself gained a trace of an imperceptible, indescribable, ineffable peculiar quality.

"The Chaos Sea..."

He pondered briefly.

"The Dao reflects upon the heavens, the ancestor of the myriad worlds..."

Though he still could not see what changes the Chaos Sea itself would undergo, he had already determined that its present transformation was connected to him.

Though he was clearly in a state of "Dao Delusion entangling the heart," a flicker of understanding instead arose in Xu Xing's heart.

It was like Xuan's birth, which had directly revealed to the living beings of the myriad worlds an extraordinary possibility: a step-by-step path to gradually strengthen oneself.

The so-called "cultivation."

Without Him, cultivation itself might not have become what it was today, but instead remained chaotic and without order.

"The source of the extraordinary, the order of the extraordinary—then the next step..."

Countless thoughts continuously intertwined in his mind, eventually converging into a somewhat absurd answer.

"The end of the extraordinary!"

That was right!

At this moment, Xu Xing