"I am the universe..." A realization dawned on me, "The Primordial Realm, achieved."

In the real world, the static anomaly suddenly began to rewind. Withered flowers grew back into buds, decaying ashes reformed into green leaves, and even walls cracked by the energy blast automatically repaired themselves. The entire process was silent, yet even more chilling than the previous violent spectacle.

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"It's time to go out." He glanced at the closed door, a smile playing on his lips. "It wouldn't be good to keep them worrying for too long."

With this thought, the world outside the door, frozen in time, began to turn again. This time, however, the cycle of life was no longer frantic, but followed a harmonious rhythm, as if the entire base had been incorporated into some kind of wondrous balance.

Liu Mengran suddenly felt a sense of lightness in her heart. The oppressive energy fluctuations disappeared, replaced by an indescribable...sense of fulfillment. She exchanged glances with the other two, and saw the same expectation in each other's eyes.

The door handle turned slowly.

Suddenly, all the strange phenomena ceased. The wildly growing plants froze in a state of half-withered, half-grown growth, the light filtering through the crack in the door faded and disappeared, and the suffocating pressure receded like the tide.

A deathly silence enveloped the corridor. Everyone held their breath, waiting, the only sound being the rapid beating of their own hearts.

"Is it... over?" someone asked in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, the door to the lounge opened silently. Han Feng stood in the doorway, still surrounded by lingering gray mist. His pupils were deep and nebulous, and wherever his gaze fell, the plants, frozen between life and death, returned to their natural state—neither overly lush nor withered, maintaining just the right amount of vitality.

"Everyone's here." Han Feng smiled slightly, his voice carrying a strange resonance. "Sorry, I made a bit of a commotion."

Lin Zhengguo was the first to react: "You...you broke through?"

Han Feng raised his right hand, palm facing upward. A wisp of gray mist drifted out, transforming into an orchid in the air, from budding to blooming to withering, finally returning to the gray mist: "I suppose so. I've grasped something new."

Curious, Su Wanwan reached out and touched the remaining gray mist. The sensation on her fingertips made her exclaim, "I can feel life and death at the same time... What kind of energy is this?"

"The power of chaos." Han Feng clenched his fist, dispelling the gray mist. "To be precise, it's the power of a law."

He walked towards Liu Mengran, and where his footsteps landed, the withered grass seeds on the carpet sprouted new green shoots: "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Liu Mengran shook her head, reaching out to gently touch the corner of his eye—where traces of blood, frozen from starlight, still lingered: "Was it worth it?"

Han Feng grasped her hand, and a gentle flow of chaotic energy coursed through it. Liu Mengran instantly felt all the fatigue of the past few days vanish: "It's all worth it to better protect you all."

Only then did everyone notice Han Feng's transformation—not only in his profound demeanor, but also in the fact that his body seemed to have been reshaped, with every muscle line containing terrifying power, yet perfectly restrained.

"Report!" A team member ran up, panting. "The plants within a three-kilometer radius of the base are exhibiting abnormal growth cycles, and the media has started to pay attention..."

Lin Zhengguo frowned: "Can you handle this?"

Han Feng nodded, closed his eyes, and concentrated. An invisible wave spread out from him, and wherever it passed, all the abnormally growing plants returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.

"Alright." He opened his eyes, the nebula in his pupils gradually fading. "Next breakthrough... I'll find a deserted place."

Wang Hao suddenly spoke up: "Brother Feng's current level..."

"Early stage of the Origin Realm." Han Feng felt the chaotic energy flowing within his body. "If I were to go to other planes, it should be enough to protect myself."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, only Lin Zhengguo remained serious. He walked to Han Feng's side and lowered his voice: "This kind of power... won't it attract something even more troublesome?"

Han Feng gazed out the window at the sky, his eyes seemingly piercing through the clouds to reach the depths of the universe: "What's meant to happen will happen. Now, at least I have the power to fight back."

---This is the dividing line---

Deep within the universe, in a high-level plane where spiritual energy has solidified into substance, amidst a radiant glow, a breathtakingly beautiful man suddenly opens his eyes within a floating, crystal palace—his eyelashes are as long as butterfly wings, and his pupils are eerie vertical pupils, reflecting the rise and fall of countless stars.

"The origin of chaos?" The man's lips parted slightly, but his voice sent chills down one's spine. "In this era, someone has actually managed to touch the highest law..."

The space around him distorted, and he instantly appeared above the palace dome. As his slender fingers made calculations, billions of starlight flowed at his fingertips, yet he could never determine the source.

"Interesting." The man chuckled, his figure transforming into a streak of seven-colored light, tearing through space. "I'll go see for myself who has taken this step."

At the same moment, at a hidden point in the river of time, the silver-haired girl "Kong" was walking barefoot on the waves, each step creating ripples in spacetime. She suddenly stopped, gazing towards a remote star field, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Much earlier than expected..." A crack appeared at the girl's fingertip. "But it's alright, variables are always something to look forward to."

The runes vanished into the void, subtly altering the course of certain key timelines. Having done all this, the boy's figure gradually faded, leaving only a soft laugh echoing through the river of time: "Little fellow, don't disappoint 'Time'..."

At the liaison office of the extraterrestrial forces, chaos erupted as they discovered that the starlight representing the primordial chaos in the sky had begun to shine.

"The brilliance of the Primordial Stars shines! This is a sign of the primordial chaos manifesting in the world!" An old man with dragon horns slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "This person must be found immediately!"

The woman opposite, with wings of light on her back, sneered: "The Dragon Emperor is indeed impatient. Who knows which faction this person belongs to? If he's one of our men..."

"Bullshit!" roared the rock giant on the other side. "Our plane only controls the power of destruction; the power of creation belongs only to the Star Soul Lord!"

Amidst the commotion, the star chart on the dome of the main hall suddenly flickered violently. The gray starlight, representing the origin of chaos, pierced through all obstacles, casting a hazy hue over the entire hall. All the powerful figures simultaneously felt a chill run down their spines—an instinctive fear arising from the absolute suppression of their life force.

At that moment, a beam of light illuminated the entire hall, instantly silencing the entire palace. Everyone looked up in horror, only to see that the stars on the dome had somehow formed a giant silver hourglass pattern.

"It's actually 'Lord Shi'..." someone whispered tremblingly in the hall.