"The power of chaos dislikes being defined," Zero observed, "Therefore, it is infinite possibility."
Han Feng pondered: "Like when coaching team members... everyone has their own potential. Shouldn't I limit them with a fixed model?"
"Very close." Zero paused for a moment before continuing, "Look at these—these are the energy forms you unconsciously adjusted during your training just now; none of them are following the original energy paths."
Han Feng stared at the points of light, a sudden flash of inspiration striking him: "So the true 'law' isn't about following a predetermined path, but rather... understanding the essence and then creating new paths?"
He attempted to guide the energy once more. This time, instead of mimicking the stellar energy patterns, he allowed the energy to flow naturally according to its own characteristics. The gray mist joyfully merged with the power of the stars, forming a completely new energy flow with a chaotic luster.
"Incredible..." Zero's voice trembled with disbelief, "You are rebuilding the very foundation of the Star Soul Lord's legacy!"
At this moment, Han Feng was surrounded by strange energy, with the power of brilliant stars intertwining and swirling with chaotic gray mist, forming an energy form that had never been seen before and had a subtle luster. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his entire consciousness immersed in the subtle changes in the meridians within his body.
(No...it's still a little short...)
When the power of chaos flows through the meridians, it always creates an extremely subtle sense of stagnation at certain points. It's like a speck of dust getting into the most precise instrument; it doesn't affect its operation, but it disrupts the perfect harmony.
Han Feng wasn't impatient; instead, he completely emptied his mind. He recalled Zero's words—"The power of chaos doesn't like to be defined." These words were like a key, unlocking a door that had been ignored by successive Star Soul Masters.
(What if even the concept of "energy" itself is a definition?)
The thought flashed through Han Feng's mind like lightning. He suddenly realized that he had been trying to understand the power of chaos using preconceived concepts like "energy meridian circulation," which was essentially forcibly defining it!
He tried to completely abandon all common sense about cultivation, no longer regarding the power of chaos as "energy" that needed to be guided, but rather as...existence itself. Like breathing air, like blood flowing, like the firing of neurons when thinking—they happen naturally, without the need for deliberate control.
A miraculous change occurred.
The gray mist suddenly "came alive," no longer passively following the power of the stars, but beginning to autonomously seek the optimal path. It penetrated the barriers of the meridians, merged into cells, and even resonated with consciousness. Han Feng felt that he was no longer the "manipulator" of energy, but had become "a part" of energy itself.
"I see..." he murmured to himself, "Chaos is not power, but... a state."
Just as water can exist in liquid, solid, and gaseous states, the power of chaos also manifests in different forms under different conditions. It is both the origin of all creation and the final destination of nothingness. That gray mist is not an external object, but rather another manifestation of the power of the stars!
This realization was like the final piece of a puzzle being put back in place. The stagnant energy within Han Feng's body instantly flowed freely, and the newly formed chaotic star power surged like a river, emitting a shimmering glow wherever it passed. The system space trembled in response, and the starry background began to distort and recombine, transforming into even more complex and mysterious patterns.
Zero's figure coalesced again not far away, but unusually, it remained silent. It quietly observed this unprecedented transformation, while the database performed simulations at a rate of billions of times per second.
Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly containing the birth and death of the universe. He raised his hand, and a cloud of light mist appeared in his palm, constantly changing shape—sometimes as brilliant as stars, sometimes as chaotic nothingness.
"I understand." His voice echoed twice. "The essence of chaotic power is... infinite possibilities."
It's no longer a simple fusion of energy, but a true understanding of the essence of this power. Just as knowing the molecular formula of water (H₂O) helps us understand why it can freeze, evaporate, and dissolve everything.
With a slight thought, the butterfly scattered into countless points of light, each reflecting a different possible future—in some timelines, he and Mu Xiaoxiao fought a decisive battle in the starry sky; in others, Liu Mengran walked towards him with a smile; and in still others... he saw a heartwarming scene of his parents enjoying their twilight years.
This discovery made Han Feng's heart race. But he soon realized that these fragments of the future were extremely blurry and full of variables, like looking through a kaleidoscope through frosted glass, where a new pattern would appear with every blink.
Han Feng stared at the ever-changing swirling light in his palm, as if he were holding a miniature universe in his hand. Stars were born and died within it, and all things cycled within it; the illusion of controlling everything was intoxicating.
"The power of creation..." he murmured softly, and a speck of dust in the mist of light began to expand, evolving into the rudiments of mountains and rivers; "Or perhaps destruction..." With a flick of his fingertips, the newly formed miniature world vanished into nothingness.
This feeling, akin to that of a creator, made his heart race. But what shocked him even more was that, as his thoughts flowed, countless fragments of the future appeared before his eyes—some as clear as a mirror, others as blurry as mist. He saw Mu Xiaoxiao turning back with a cold smile in the depths of the starry sky, saw Liu Mengran smiling under the cherry blossom tree, and even saw his parents, their hair white, walking hand in hand...
(These are... possible futures?)
Han Feng's breathing quickened slightly. He tried to focus on a particularly heartwarming scene: his parents playing with their grandson in the courtyard. But just as the details were about to become clear, the image suddenly distorted and shifted, turning into the worried faces of his parents—they were weeping over a person lying unconscious on a hospital bed.
"No!" Han Feng clenched his fists instinctively, and that unsettling future shattered into stardust in an instant.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He suddenly realized that these were not definitive prophecies, but fragments among countless possibilities. Like the instant after a die is thrown, before it lands, you can see all the possible outcomes, but you cannot determine the final result.
(But what if one could control both creation and destruction...)
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning. Han Feng slowly opened his hands; a pure white light appeared in his left palm—containing boundless vitality; a pitch-black vortex condensed in his right palm—emanating an aura of annihilation. As the two forces drew closer, a strange gray mist erupted at their boundary—the very power of that mysterious chaos!
"So that's how it is..." Han Feng's eyes lit up with understanding. "The power of chaos is actually a product of the co-creation and destruction forces!"
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