Chapter 1307: Spacetime in Disorder, Cause and Effect Reversed

What is spacetime turbulence?

For the vast majority of cultivators, it is difficult to describe it concretely.

To some extent, this seems merely a description.

Literally speaking, it is the chaos of time and space, causing the infinity and infinitesimal of a certain singularity.

Thus, it also contains infinite possibilities.

But if described in detail, it is again hard to express, due to the limitation of cognition.

It seems that only those whose constitution is related to spacetime can explain the existence of spacetime turbulence to some degree.

Xu Qing originally thought so as well.

Before entering, he believed spacetime turbulence should be similar to his own seamless technique, only vaster and more mysterious.

And through his own constitution, he should be more confident than others in returning from within.

But after entering, everything exceeded his expectations.

The scenes there left Xu Qing's thoughts filled only with bewilderment.

At this very moment, he raised his head, and his gaze fell upon countless colorful vortices.

Those vortices were large and small, boundless, some orderly, some chaotic, some still, some rotating, and many even intertwined with each other.

Forming an abstract and complex starry sky.

A single glance causes the mind to swell with a painful pressure from being unable to contain this information.

If prolonged, it gives rise to a sense of shattering.

And the abstraction is not only these, but also includes the state of Xu Qing and Chen Erniu existing in this place.

Xu Qing's body is no longer in human form.

It has become a luminous swarm of insects assembled from countless triangular fragments, each luminous insect existing for only one ten-thousandth of a breath from birth to death.

At the moment of birth, it expands its own light, forming an ultimate light source.

And after death, it explodes like fireworks into chaotic future images, then instantly burns to ashes like dust, swallowing all light.

Cycling endlessly, it becomes infinite.

As for Chen Erniu, due to Xu Qing's change in state, he no longer exists within Xu Qing's hair, but instead appears outwardly.

His appearance is even more abstract.

It is as if millions of flickering light points form a kaleidoscope, its form forever changing.

The words spoken also carry the same sense of chaos.

At this moment, Chen Erniu's voice echoes back.

What he wants to say is……

"What is happening, Xiao Aqing, where is this?"

But upon transmission, landing in Xu Qing's perception, it becomes……

"What is this so, Qing Xiao situation, ah?"

Everything is chaotic, time as well, space as well, and even themselves.

All is being twisted.

It seems as if time here has lost its meaning, and space here has lost its value of existence.

Xu Qing is bewildered.

This is not like his constitution!

Even the so-called advancement and exploration cannot proceed conventionally.

Here, moving forward does not require actual movement; merely having this thought causes everything around to rotate, as if moving.

Investigation is even more so.

It seems as if everything here has opened all its secrets, as long as you can see clearly, as long as you can understand, as long as you can endure, then you can know all at a glance.

At this very moment, in Xu Qing's investigation, amidst this spacetime flow that bewilders him, he sees in the unknown distance his own humanoid figure.

That so-called distance can be past and future in time, or different levels in space.

Even when his thoughts converge upon his distant self, he quickly discovers that what he sees is not one, but……countless.

Countless selves, countless states.

He even sees liquid-state planets.

Planets, turned into flowing molten iron, twisted in appearance, drifting through his perception.

Star systems, become writhing worms filled with rotting fruit, flashing past.

Star regions, even more so, become individual unknown characters carved on tombstones, seemingly come to life, now battling each other.

It also includes the universe.

But this universe looks as if it were a shroud riddled with a thousand holes.

Moreover, the state of Xu Qing and Chen Erniu existing here, under this thought's progression and investigation, sometimes manifests as brilliant radiant light, sometimes as dim light as if it could extinguish at any moment.

Cannot be explained.

A complete mess.

This, is spacetime turbulence.

Xu Qing's bewilderment grows denser, and he does not know how long has passed—seems like ten thousand years, also seems like an instant.

Chen Erniu's distorted voice, with a strange tone, echoes again.

"One good some I draw once like see look similar was similar face……"

"Is before good several like I world……"

These two sentences, transmitted in a chaotic manner, seem to have been stretched in spacetime, landing in Xu Qing's perception, becoming one thunderclap after another, each more mighty than the last.

The explosion caused Xu Qing's insect swarm body to rumble.

Countless triangular insects collapsed, releasing more future visions, causing Xu Qing's consciousness to fluctuate intensely, unable to unify.

Only light, between brilliance and extinction, formed intense flickering.

After a long time, when the fluctuations from these two sentences gradually dissipated, Xu Qing's state slowly returned to stability, and when his consciousness reassembled, he could no longer see Chen Erniu's trace nearby.

Chen Erniu, disappeared.

As for his words before disappearing, they were now strangely erased from Xu Qing's perception; he clearly remembered hearing them, but their content remained unknown.

Xu Qing fell silent.

He clearly felt his thoughts slowing, his consciousness unknowingly showing signs of dissipation.

The intention of death arose in his thoughts.

Yet the sense of crisis that should have appeared before death did not come.

This realization, too, emerged due to his earlier self-detonation.

Simultaneously emerging was his body instantly shifting from insect swarm state back to human form, followed by the sudden appearance of cocoons woven from his Constitution outside his body.

That was his Constitution.

After all this appeared, Xu Qing's mind finally gave birth to a seemingly belated thought.

"I should, use my Constitution, to create an uninterrupted state for myself, thereby resisting the external spatiotemporal chaos."

"Counter chaos with chaos!"

This thought arose, Xu Qing's mind trembled, he sharply opened his eyes, gazing at the Constitution cocoon enveloping him, his eyes showing Heaviness.

The normal sequence is that he first conceives this thought, then implements it.

But here, it is reversed.

Causality and logic, here, are chaotic.

Or more accurately, here there is no logic, causality is inverted.

"What a spatiotemporal turbulence..."

Xu Qing murmured, until now, within the cocoon formed by his self-Constitution, he was isolated from the outside world, and his existence only then tended toward normal.

Thought also regained a certain logic.

Then, he thought of Chen Erniu's disappearance.

"Normally, I should have deployed my Constitution immediately upon entering this place..."

Xu Qing pondered, searching in memory for why he did not initially use his Constitution to weave.

Gradually dazed.

"Everything, in fact, is merely an instant."

Xu Qing murmured.

He recalled what he had previously felt and known, including confusion, exploration, Chen Erniu's voice, and even his own act of forming the Constitution cocoon.

All occurred in the instant of entering this spatiotemporal turbulence.

Yet in this instant, too many things happened simultaneously.

Simply put, at the moment of entering this place, all events from different timelines happened synchronously, overlapping together.

And in an instant, they all erupted simultaneously.

Xu Qing fell silent.

But soon, a strange light appeared in his eyes, he raised his head to gaze at the Constitution cocoon before him, and scenes from his past experiences in the outside world surfaced in his mind.

"Everything here is chaotic, without logic, causality inverted, but existence itself is reasonable.

To some extent, this is actually another manifestation of time."

"Exceeding my uninterrupted state..."

Xu Qing pondered, he suddenly understood why, in the illusion of the God of Pain, he could gain insight amidst spatiotemporal chaos.

"Because this spatiotemporal chaos itself is actually a higher-level manifestation of spatiotemporal Constitution!"

Xu Qing's eyes flashed with sharp light.

"In a short time, it is difficult to leave this spatiotemporal chaos place; Eldest Senior Brother's whereabouts are also unknown, and I now cannot linger in the outside world.

So then, in this place, I will attempt to temper my insight using this turbulence!"

"But first, I must understand what spatiotemporal turbulence is, and how it relates to and differs from my Constitution!"

"Only through understanding can I transcend."

Thinking this, Xu Qing sat cross-legged, his eyes closed simultaneously as his consciousness merged with his external Constitution.

In this spatiotemporal turbulence, like an isolated island in the sea, beneath wave after wave, he remained utterly still.

Only thought, infinitely open.

Expressed outwardly, it became dense, fine hairs growing on the cocoon formed by these Constitution threads.

They are the strange changes of Xu Qing's thought in chaotic spacetime; though appearing so, they do not affect synaptic function.

Transmitting external perception into Xu Qing's cognition.

Becoming nourishment for his insight.

And time, too, slowly flowed within this Constitution cocoon.

But actually, this flow has no enduring value; everything is restricted, placed outside, unable to be concretely expressed.

Just as Xu Qing, in this insight, has always had no clue.

He cannot find an orderly line from the chaotic external spacetime, nor a point to enter himself.

And without finding this point, he remains forever like viewing flowers in mist, gazing at the moon in water,

Thus, the hairs growing on the Constitution cocoon continually lengthen, spreading in this chaotic spacetime.

Attempting to probe deeper.

But the outcome remained the same.

Xu Qing opened his eyes, his brow tightly furrowed, gazing at the outside.

"A tangled mess, I cannot untangle my thoughts."

"Like countless shattered puzzle pieces, I cannot find a reference image, so I cannot piece them together..."

"I need a reference image to see the nature of this spacetime turbulence."

Xu Qing murmured.

"The function of this reference image is to become the point of entry, to become the line through which I can see clearly this spacetime disorder..."

"Then, what kind of reference image would be suitable..."

Xu Qing pondered.

"This spacetime turbulence is uncontrollable, containing all possibilities within, yet seemingly bound by invisible constraints, much like fate..."

Xu Qing's heart stirred suddenly.

"Fate?"

A flash of light blazed in his eyes for an instant.

In the next instant, he raised his right hand and swept it across his body; in the blink of an eye, a radiant divine seal appeared in Xu Qing's palm.

That divine seal was the gift from the Young Master of Mingming!

The power contained within it was precisely fate!

Gazing at the divine seal, the light in Xu Qing's eyes grew ever stronger.

"Using fate as the map, I will piece together the spacetime turbulence, making it my point of entry for research!"

And fate is abstract.

Just like this spacetime turbulence.

If we regard the spacetime turbulence as countless puzzle fragments, then on this fate-map we seek to assemble now, the first fragment...

Xu Qing chose himself.