Chaos was the womb of the universe, and also the graveyard of Order.
Ming Xin's shattered energy body was like a glimmer thrown into a blender, tumbling, tearing, and rising and falling amid violent, disorderly spacetime currents and storms of laws.
There was no up, down, left, or right here; no past or future. There were only endless colors of energy that conflicted and annihilated one another, along with incomprehensible folds of space.
His sense of time was completely distorted. A second might feel like a thousand years, while a thousand years might last only an instant.
The excruciating pain had long since numbed him. Under the absolute scouring of energy and bombardment of information, his consciousness—
Was reduced to the most fundamental imprint of "existence," like a lone lighthouse on an island amid a storm, flickering unsteadily yet refusing to go out.
At this moment, the immense resilience of a Sovereign body revealed itself completely.
Though covered in wounds and nearly drained of energy, this body, formed from highly condensed law energy and specialized matter, did not instantly disintegrate within the chaotic currents.
Instead, as those violent, primal, undifferentiated chaotic energies battered his body—
A small portion was passively transformed and absorbed by the faint lingering radiance of the "Order" essence within it and the "key" frequency it carried.
The conversion rate was extremely low, and the process was agonizing, like forcibly injecting boiling lava into frozen veins.
Yet that tiny amount of impure, chaotic energy, containing the most primal "power of existence"—
Was like a poisoned spring in the desert. It could not truly quench his thirst, but it barely kept him from being annihilated immediately.
More importantly, this chaotic environment itself had an unexpected tempering effect on his newly attained Sovereign realm and understanding of laws.
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