His entire being was immersed in the understanding of rules. He discovered that creating rules was not about creating something from nothing, but rather accelerating the evolution of things towards "birth"; destroying rules was not about complete annihilation, but rather leading to the inevitable destination of "end". And the rules of chaos... were more like pressing the fast forward and rewind buttons simultaneously, allowing things to reach a certain dynamic balance between birth and death.
"Just like the universe itself..." Han Feng murmured to himself, "constantly expanding to create new galaxies, only to be destroyed again through black holes... and chaos is the underlying rule that maintains this cycle."
With a slight thought, he attempted to simulate the process of the universe's creation. The chaotic stellar energy in his palm began to rotate, gradually forming a miniature nebula. But when he tried to further compress the nebula to form a star, the energy suddenly went out of control—
\"boom!\"
The shockwave from the miniature cosmic explosion sent Han Feng flying, and the entire cultivation space was violently shaking.
Han Feng rose from the void, a smile playing on his lips rather than anger: "Interesting... So the upper limit of Chaotic Star Power depends on the user's depth of understanding?"
He recalled the "Supreme Realm" mentioned in the deep-sea formation—a realm that none of the previous Star Soul Lords had been able to reach. Perhaps... the key lies in whether one can fully control the rules of chaos?
Han Feng sat down cross-legged, regrouping his energy. This time, he no longer pursued grand scenes, but focused on the most subtle changes—allowing a speck of dust to experience the cycle of birth and death at his fingertips.
At first, the dust either annihilated or swelled into stone. But after hundreds of failures, he finally found that delicate balance: the dust remained indistinct in the gray fog, both existing and non-existent, like a quantum superposition state.
In that instant of stabilization, Han Feng felt a kind of "switch" being flipped deep within his consciousness. The system space suddenly expanded tenfold, and the starry background transformed into countless flowing runes of law. Zero's figure became more solid than ever before, and even the patterns on his robes could be clearly seen.
Han Feng looked up and saw countless ribbons of light intertwining and flowing in the void, each representing a fundamental law of the universe. The two most dazzling ribbons—pure white and jet black—were actively extending towards him.
He reached out and gently touched the pure white band of light.
In an instant, the joy of all things growing, the glory of the birth of civilization, the warmth of the continuation of life... countless beautiful creations flooded into his consciousness like a torrent. Then, when he touched the dark band of light, the magnificence of the annihilation of stars, the freedom of the disintegration of matter, the inevitability of the restart of reincarnation... all the true meanings of destruction were clearly revealed.
When you grasp both bands of light in your hands simultaneously, they merge into a gentle gray mist, the feeling is like...
"Go home." Han Feng closed his eyes, tears glistening like starlight. "So this is what the power of the laws feels like."
Han Feng hovered in the boundless void. Pure white light bands of the Law of Creation flowed from the fingertips of his left hand, emanating a warm aura that could revive all things; pitch-black light bands of the Law of Destruction wrapped around his right arm, exuding a cold majesty that could annihilate stars.
He tried to bring his hands together, allowing the two bands of light to touch. Just as white and black were about to collide, a terrifying surge of energy erupted!
"Pfft—" Han Feng spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his arms cracking open inch by inch, revealing the bones beneath shimmering with starlight. The forces of creation and destruction clashed wildly within his body, like fire and water.
"Not enough...not enough!" Starlight surged in Han Feng's eyes. Ignoring the warning signs of his body collapsing, he forcefully squeezed the two light bands together.
An even more violent backlash followed. His left side began to grow plants, crystals, and even small celestial bodies wildly, while his right side continuously carbonized, disintegrated, and returned to nothingness. His entire being seemed to have become a battlefield where creation and destruction clashed.
He recalled his realization upon touching the band of light—the end of creation is destruction, and after destruction comes rebirth. These two forces are two sides of the same coin, so why can't they be merged?
"Give me... combine!" he roared, channeling the power of the stars as a buffer between the two laws.
This time, the conflict eased slightly. The light of creation no longer grew blindly, and the darkness of destruction no longer wreaked havoc. Under the harmonization of the power of the stars, the two began to slowly rotate, forming a blurry yin-yang symbol.
But the price was enormous. Han Feng's body shattered and reformed with each rotation, his meridians constantly breaking and reconnecting. The pain far surpassed any physical injury; it felt as if every cell was being crushed and reshaped.
"Ugh..." He gritted his teeth, and blood foam, condensed from starlight, overflowed from his seven orifices. Han Feng felt his consciousness was about to collapse.
At the most dangerous moment, Han Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He no longer forcibly suppressed the two laws, but instead guided them to flow naturally along a mysterious trajectory—like stars being born and dying in the universe, like the seasons cycling on the earth.
"Creation...destruction..." he murmured to himself, his hands slowly drawing circles, "We were originally one..."
The rotation accelerates! The black and white energies no longer clash, but instead, like two swimming fish, they intertwine head to tail, gradually merging into a profound gray energy. This nascent energy contains both vitality and hidden desolation, resembling the chaotic state at the beginning of the universe.
As the last trace of black and white completely turned gray, Han Feng felt a kind of ancient shackle being broken. The newly generated chaotic energy flowed gently through his meridians, and wherever it passed, his previously damaged body repaired and reorganized at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more resilient than before.
He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly filled with swirling nebulae. He gently raised his left hand, and a wisp of gray mist drifted out, causing lotus flowers to bloom and wither in an instant wherever it passed; his right hand trembled slightly, and another wisp of gray mist swept by, creating several illusory stars that cycled between birth and death.
"The Law of Chaos..." Han Feng sensed this power beyond his comprehension. "So this is the ultimate form of the power of the stars."
---This is the dividing line---
The alarm system at the Longyuan base was the first to detect the abnormal energy fluctuations. But when the security team rushed to the control center, all the detection instruments showed normal readings—except for the wildly fluctuating "unknown energy level" index.
"Over there!" someone exclaimed, pointing towards the rest area.
Looking towards the door of the lounge at the end of the corridor, they saw an eerie light shining through the crack, sometimes a vibrant green, sometimes a deathly gray. Even more unsettling was the invisible pressure, pressing down on everyone's hearts as if it were a tangible force, making it hard to breathe.
"It's Han Feng's lounge!" Wang Hao was the first to react, rushing towards the end of the corridor. Lin Zhengguo followed closely behind, his expression grave.
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