After finishing his cultivation that day, Li Fuyuan let out a long breath. When others finished cultivating, it was like drinking immortal nectar, their spirits whole and their qi abundant. But he had to struggle against the ever-present invasions, as though he had just fought a battle, leaving him exhausted in both body and mind.
Just as he was about to rest for a while, he looked across from himself and was startled. Someone was sitting opposite him. After looking closely for a few moments, he realized it was his Primordial Spirit Shadow Reflection—or rather, a chaos manifestation.
His realm had reached the Primordial Spirit Reflection level of true cultivators, but the Dao methods of chaos differed from both True Law and Profound Method, and their outward manifestations were different as well.
Even after he stopped, this manifestation continued without pause to inhale and absorb chaotic qi. His scalp went numb, for he sensed that if it continued absorbing, it might become an existence independent of himself, then turn around and assimilate him into itself.
The only way to stop it was for his own chaos cultivation to remain above it at all times, so that he could suppress it. But that required him never to stop. The slightest slackening on his part, and this manifestation would catch up.
Gritting his teeth, he disregarded his need for rest and resumed his meditation, using the surrounding forbidden arrays to continue sharing the pressure. After an unknown length of time, the manifestation, which had initially seemed somewhat solid, gradually dimmed as he cultivated, leaving only a faint outline. Yet it never truly vanished.
The chaos Dao method he cultivated lay in ceaselessly resisting the Great Chaos and comprehending the Dao of chaotic transformations from it. And precisely because he refused to accept