Sui Xiong had once met "Chaos." In fact, barring any unexpected circumstances, he might have been the one person of this age who had truly witnessed the moment "Chaos awoke."
Back then, he had personally watched "Chaos," like congealed black mud, slowly awaken and writhe in a bizarre, indescribable posture. He had felt firsthand how that writhing posture struck directly at his heart, nearly making him unable to resist writhing in imitation of it.
But in the end, he had restrained the urge to mimic it, maintained a clear sense of self, and escaped from before it by self-detonating.
Judging from what had happened over the years, his choice back then had undoubtedly been correct. Not only had he escaped the danger, but he had suffered no aftereffects either. It had been a very sound decision.
Especially after learning the truth about that thing, Sui Xiong was even more grateful for his choice—there was no doubt that he had not been a match for "Chaos" back then. If they had truly come into conflict, the one who died would absolutely have been him.
However, because of this, Sui Xiong had also come to understand one thing.
He could resist the corrosion of "Chaos." Or at the very least, to a certain extent, he could resist that fellow's corrosion.
He did not know exactly how great that "certain extent" was, but he could be certain that if Chaos truly became powerful enough and regained enough sanity, it would definitely come looking for trouble with him.
Because it would absolutely not permit anything in this world that could resist its corrosion to exist.
Sui Xiong was utterly convinced of this. It was not a conclusion reached through rational thought or meticulous deduction, but pure intuition.
There was no need for any reason