The Primordial Sovereign of Chaos

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged in his rented inn room, his body still recovering from the battle in the Moonlit Courtyard. Though he had triumphed, the reality was clear—he was not yet strong enough to stand against the full might of the Crimson Blade Sect. His recent victory had only bought him a brief reprieve. If they struck again, they would not send mere assassins. They would send true elites, perhaps even a Core Formation cultivator.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze turning inward. He needed time—more time than the world would give him.

His chaotic energy pulsed within him, the Primal Chaos Seed at his core surging as if responding to his frustration. He focused on it, guiding his consciousness into its depths, seeking something—anything—that could give him an edge.

Suddenly, a violent pull yanked his mind away from his body.

Jiang Chen's vision blurred as his senses warped. He felt weightless, as though being drawn into a void beyond reality. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pull ceased.

When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.

A vast expanse of untouched wilderness stretched before him, bathed in an eternal twilight. The sky above was an ethereal blend of shifting colors—deep indigo, swirling crimson, and flecks of gold, as if the heavens themselves pulsed with chaotic energy. Floating islands drifted above, suspended in the air by invisible forces. Mountains of pure crystalline jade shimmered in the distance, their peaks piercing through drifting clouds.

Below him, the ground was carpeted with luminescent spirit plants, their leaves glowing with untamed energy. Rivers of liquid spiritual essence cut through the land, their waters shimmering like molten silver. Jiang Chen could feel the sheer density of spiritual energy in the air—far purer than anything he had ever encountered before.

His breath caught. This… this place is inside the Primal Chaos Seed.

It was a hidden world, untouched by time, existing beyond the laws of reality. More importantly, he could feel it deep in his bones—the flow of time here was different.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and focused. The chaotic resonance within him pulsed in tune with the realm, allowing him to sense the passage of time. What he found made his heart tremble.

One day outside… was an entire month in here.

He exhaled sharply. This was it.

A hidden sanctuary where he could train, refine his cultivation, and master his abilities without interference from the outside world. If he used this realm correctly, he could gain years of experience in mere weeks.

Excitement coursed through him, but he quickly steadied his emotions. This realm was a gift—but also a mystery. He needed to understand it fully before he could truly harness its power.

He took his first steps forward, his senses heightened. The energy in this world was primal, raw, and unlike anything he had ever encountered. It wasn't simply spiritual energy—it was a blend of chaotic forces, unrefined and ancient. The very air thrummed with untapped potential.

He approached the nearest spirit energy pool, its waters clear yet brimming with dense energy. Dipping his fingers into it, he felt the raw force of creation and destruction intertwined—as if every drop contained the possibility of birth and annihilation at once. This was no ordinary pool. This was Chaos Essence, an energy that even immortal sects would kill to obtain.

Jiang Chen grinned. He had stumbled upon a treasure beyond comprehension.

He wasted no time. Sitting by the Chaos Essence pool, he calmed his breath and sank into cultivation. The energy in this realm was unlike anything he had ever refined before. It didn't flow smoothly like spiritual Qi—it clashed, twisted, and resisted control.

But Jiang Chen did not fight it. He let it rage within him, adapting his body to the turmoil.

The Primal Chaos Seed at his core reacted, absorbing the surrounding chaotic energy hungrily. As it did, Jiang Chen felt a profound clarity settle over him.

His understanding of Force Intent deepened. Before, he had simply grasped the basics—enhancing his strikes, creating ripples of impact in the air. Now, he could feel something greater.

The granular nature of force itself.

Jiang Chen focused. He swung his spear forward, but this time, he directed not just the physical force—but the individual layers of impact within it. The air before him didn't just ripple—it fractured.

A nearby boulder shattered instantly, its core disintegrated by the precise manipulation of layered force. Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with understanding.

This is the next step. The art of breaking force into its fundamental layers—redirecting it, multiplying it.

He had barely begun to scratch the surface of what was possible.

Time passed. Days turned into weeks inside the hidden realm. Jiang Chen's body strengthened, his mind sharpened, and his control over chaotic energy refined.

Then, on the twenty-first day within the realm, something changed.

As he meditated near the Chaos Essence pool, the energy within him surged uncontrollably. His Primal Chaos Seed pulsed violently, and suddenly—the world around him shifted.

A silhouette formed in the air before him.

It was himself, yet not. A spectral figure, forged from pure chaotic energy. It mimicked his posture, his breathing… his very existence. Jiang Chen's eyes widened. He had read of this phenomenon before—but only in legends.

A Chaos Avatar.

A manifestation of his own essence, created purely from the raw force of chaotic energy.

He stood, stepping toward it. The avatar mirrored his movement perfectly. It held no will of its own—not yet. But he could already see the potential.

Jiang Chen clenched his fists. If he could refine this ability, it would become more than just a projection—it would become an extension of himself.

His strength was no longer limited to just his own body. He was evolving.