The closer one got to the lounge, the more obvious the strange phenomena became. The pothos in the corner was growing wildly at a visible rate, its vines instantly covering the entire wall, only to wither and turn to dust the next second; countless tender shoots sprouted from the carpet seams, blooming into flowers of various colors, only to wither and rot just as quickly. The entire corridor seemed to be fast-forwarded, showcasing the miracle and cruelty of the cycle of life.

At this moment, Liu Mengran, Su Wanwan, and Dongfang Wantang, who had received the news, also arrived at the base. At this moment, everyone was waiting quietly at the entrance of Han Feng's rest room.

Suddenly, the energy in the air began to materialize, with the inexhaustible power of creation and the raging power of destruction intertwining in the air.

The three women were anxious and were about to step forward to check the situation.

"Step back!" Lin Zhengguo stopped the group trying to break in. "The energy level is too high. Who knows what dangers we'll encounter if we rashly barge in!"

Su Wanwan crouched down, carefully avoiding a clump of wild chrysanthemums that were blooming and then withering: "Are these plants... experiencing a time loop?"

"It's not time." Liu Mengran gently touched a newly withered leaf, the ashes on her fingertips carrying a familiar scent. "It's creation and destruction... He's balancing the two forces."

A suppressed growl suddenly echoed from the lounge, like a wild beast enduring immense pain. The door panels shook violently, the paint peeling off and regenerating repeatedly, the wood grain rapidly shifting between decay and rebirth.

"Han Feng!" Liu Mengran couldn't help but take a step forward, but was pulled back by Liu Xiaoran.

"Don't disturb him." A strange light flashed in Lin Zhengguo's eyes. "Such a breakthrough in energy... can only be achieved by himself."

Inside the lounge, Han Feng hovered in mid-air, his eyes closed. The power of creation and the power of destruction clashed and intertwined around him like two raging dragons, each clash causing the space to distort slightly.

"Failed again..." Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the wisp of gray energy in his palm that had just condensed and then dissipated. This was his 327th attempt to fuse with the laws of chaos, and each time he barely succeeded before losing control and dissipating instantly.

(No...something's definitely wrong...)

He recalled that the way he had manipulated the flow of energy seemed different. It wasn't a forced fusion, but more like some kind of more subtle...transformation?

Suddenly, Liu Mengran's exclamation came from outside, seemingly from some kind of plant growing wildly and blocking the ventilation opening. Han Feng's mind stirred slightly, and his senses extended to the outside of the door—those plants undergoing a frenzied cycle were staging a miracle of life: a seed completing the entire process of germination, growth, flowering, fruiting, and withering in an instant.

(Growth...decay...)

A sudden glint of light flashed in Han Feng's eyes. He no longer manipulated two laws simultaneously, but instead immersed his entire mind in the power of creation. A boundless vitality gathered in his palm, condensing into an emerald-like seed.

"The ultimate end of life..." he murmured to himself, the power of the stars circulating according to some mysterious trajectory, "is death."

The jade seed sprouted and branched at an alarming speed, growing into a towering tree in the blink of an eye, only to wither the moment it reached its peak! Leaves turned yellow and fell off, branches rotted and disintegrated, ultimately turning into a handful of ashes. And in the center of the ashes, a wisp of pure destructive power was quietly born.

"Success!" Han Feng couldn't hide his excitement. Although the conversion efficiency was pitifully low, the path was open!

He repeated the process, this time activating ten energy seeds simultaneously. The rest room was instantly filled with wildly growing plants, which then collectively withered after their peak of prosperity. A vast destructive force surged like a black tide, yet Han Feng precisely controlled it in his palm.

"Now...the opposite."

The power of destruction began to reverse, annihilating everything in its path. But when this annihilation reached a certain critical point, a miracle occurred—in the absolute "nothingness," a spark of creation quietly ignited, like the singularity of the Big Bang.

"The ultimate extinction...is the beginning of life!"

A sudden inspiration struck Han Feng, and his hands traced profound trajectories in the void. Creation and destruction were no longer opposing forces, but rather two cyclical phases. The hazy, chaotic energy finally flowed gently through his meridians, no longer raging and out of control.

"So that's how it is..." He opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly reflecting the rise and fall of galaxies. "Chaos is nothingness, encompassing everything."

Suddenly, everyone outside felt all the strange phenomena freeze in an instant. The wildly growing plants were frozen at their most beautiful moment, and the withered ashes floated in mid-air, as if time had been paused.

"What happened?" Su Wanwan nervously grabbed Liu Mengran's hand.

The next second, everything rewound as if on a tape! Withered flowers bloomed again, wildly growing vines retreated to the corners, and even the fallen leaves on the carpet flew back to the branches and became tender buds again. The entire corridor returned to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

"The energy... has disappeared?" Dongfang Wantang sensed in confusion.

"No." Lin Zhengguo's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Han Feng's aura has been concealed."

Han Feng slowly raised his hand. A wisp of gray energy gently swirled in his palm, slightly distorting the space it passed through, only to return to normal in the next second. He finally understood the true meaning of the Law of Chaos—neither destruction nor creation, but a power that repeats itself endlessly.

The wisp of gray energy in his palm swirled and moved like a living thing. Each rotation created subtle ripples in space, causing the material structures in its path to briefly disintegrate and then instantly reform, as if demonstrating the most primordial cycle of birth and death in the universe.

"Chaos is neither empty nor full, neither born nor destroyed..." he murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting the trajectory of energy flow. "So this is reincarnation itself."

At his dantian, the gray vortex spun faster and faster, frantically absorbing the dissipated power of the laws. The once wild and unruly energy now flowed gently like a stream, merging into the ever-expanding chaotic core. Han Feng could clearly sense that a long-standing barrier was loosening.

(Now!)

He guided all the chaotic energy towards an invisible barrier deep within his meridians. Instead of the expected violent impact, the barrier melted away quietly, like snow under the sun. In its place came an unprecedented sense of clarity, as if the entire universe were opening its arms to him.

"Buzz—"

A resounding bell echoed in his mind. Han Feng's consciousness was drawn into his inner universe, where he saw countless stars moving along the trajectory of a chaotic vortex. At the center of the vortex, a single point of extreme light suddenly erupted—

He saw it.

Its origin is neither stars nor chaos, but... a vast and boundless cosmos! Every star is a memory, every star orbit is a law. And chaos is merely the primordial state of this universe in its early stages.