Chapter 73: The First Technique: Chaotic Realm Technique

Standing over a trillion kilometers tall, with strength purified a hundredfold, the energy required was naturally immense; it took nearly an eon for the body to reach its limit, which was perfectly normal. This was still the result of Mo Luo Sa’s full breakthrough, greatly improving his efficiency in absorbing cosmic energy.

Luo Feng will face the same in the future—even after comprehending the Chaotic Dao, his divine body will require an immense span of time to reach its limit.

“Take your time. Don’t rush,” Luo Feng said.

The advantages of a perfect lifeform are indeed immense—this is still only a Chaotic-level Jie Shou. What if it reached the Divine King level? How terrifying would that be? A single breath might reduce Wei Yang City to ashes.

No wonder the peak Jie Shou wielded such overwhelming influence on the Origin Continent, enabling Tianmu Nation to rise instantly into a first-rank nation.

Precisely because they feared the peak Jie Shou, all factions on the Origin Continent hunted down every weak Jie Shou, denying them any chance to grow.

“Even if you reach the Chaotic realm, you must never reveal any Jie Shou abilities outside the Star Tower,” Luo Feng warned.

“Don’t worry, Master, I understand,” Mo Luo Sa nodded. The more he learned, the more he realized how deep the waters of the Origin Continent truly were.

His current goal was the Jie Shou of Tianmu Nation.

Learn from that elder! Bide your time until you reach the peak!

Fortunately, his Master is also a perfect lifeform; when they join forces in the future, he believes they will surpass even the alliance of the Purple Wood Divine King and the Jie Shou of Tianmu Nation.

“Master, before he died, Xue Yun’s bloodline had undergone complete transformation,” Mo Luo Sa explained. “After absorbing his divine body, I gained deeper insight into the power of Destruction Origin. Shall I demonstrate it for you now?”

“Yes,” Luo Feng nodded. “Show me.”

Whether it was the Destruction Refining Heart Method or the fusion of Life and Death, Luo Feng placed great importance on the Destruction Origin.

With a single thought, Mo Luo Sa manifested a vast, intricate display of the Destruction Origin’s mystery. After witnessing the complete full picture of the Life Origin Dao, Luo Feng could now observe this display with perfect calm.

After all, in terms of power and depth, what Mo Luo Sa displayed was vastly inferior.

“Hmm?” As Luo Feng watched, he became immersed.

The mysteries of the Destruction Origin Dao that Mo Luo Sa revealed were limited, yet they contained the complete Chaotic Dao and some shallow layers of Destruction Origin insight—these shallow layers were naturally comprehended by Mo Luo Sa after reaching the Chaotic realm, far surpassing Luo Feng’s current level.

Though the Life Origin Dao appeared complete, Luo Feng’s realm was too low; he had to carefully filter and selectively absorb insights, fearing contamination that might twist his own cultivation path.

The Destruction Origin insights Mo Luo Sa displayed were weak, yet still comprehensively one major level above Luo Feng’s—perfect for his comprehension!

No filtering needed—just comprehend! Not the slightest worry of cognitive distortion.

“Mo Luo Sa, your progress is substantial. Your display of Destruction Origin mysteries is far stronger than before,” Luo Feng mused, offering praise.

“I am now in the Chaotic realm; naturally, my comprehension of the Destruction Origin is deeper,” Mo Luo Sa fully revealed his insights into the Destruction Origin, hoping his Master would grow swiftly.

After meditating for a day, Luo Feng rose: “Mo Luo Sa, continue your cultivation on your own.”

“Only one day? Aren’t you going to keep watching?” Mo Luo Sa felt a day was far too short—previously, meditation had lasted dozens of days or longer.

“Not for now,” Luo Feng had already returned to his level within the Star Tower.

…

Luo Feng sat cross-legged. He had stopped after merely one day of observing the Destruction Origin because a spark of insight had surged in his mind.

“Destruction Origin… Life Origin…” Luo Feng had observed the Life Origin Dao countless times; now, after absorbing vast amounts of Destruction Origin information, the two insights naturally affirmed each other.

Days passed.

The insights kept merging; the spark in Luo Feng’s mind grew clearer.

The world of cultivation is filled with infinite possibilities—and endless temptations. A single so-called opportunity might lure a cultivator onto an entirely different path. Or one might be trapped in a bottleneck, unable to break through in a lifetime.

The path of cultivation is walking through fog.

You may stray, unaware.

“I understand,” Luo Feng faintly saw a blurred path emerge within the fog of cultivation.

The Life Origin Dao and the Destruction Origin Dao were fundamentally distinct paths, yet Luo Feng had grasped a thread connecting them, forming this blurred path.

This path was destined to be arduous.

After all, fusing two Origin Daos—just imagining it revealed how difficult it would be.

“Life and Destruction should be one!” Luo Feng whispered softly within the Star Tower, yet his words carried unwavering resolve—he believed this from the depths of his soul.

“Without life, all is dead matter. What meaning does Destruction hold?”

“Only with the concept of life does the concept of Destruction gain meaning.”

“As a lifeform, the stronger I become, the stronger my Destruction power grows—this is inherently complementary!”

At this moment, Luo Feng felt pure Life Origin was too fragile—without sufficient lethal deterrence, how could one protect life?

The path of pure Destruction Origin was too extreme.

Devoted solely to Destruction, like a Jie Shou, one naturally invites annihilation from all sides. The Jie Shou of Tianmu Nation, having a Master and no longer “devoted solely to Destruction,” was now tolerated by the factions of the Origin Continent.

“Pure Destruction is unacceptable. Even if I walk the path of Destruction, it is to protect what I cherish—the lives I wish to safeguard.”

“Destruction exists for the sake of life.”

“At least, that is how I see it.”

Luo Feng felt Life and Destruction could be perfectly fused—facing the vast insights of the Life Origin Dao and observing Mo Luo Sa’s revelations of the Destruction Origin, they naturally merged.

As new insights surged into his heart, Luo Feng felt boundless joy.

An ancient saying from his homeland Earth said: “If one hears the Dao in the morning, one may die content in the evening.”

When one clearly sees one’s own Dao, that joy spreads through the entire soul.

It is the path one has chosen—and one that resonates with the heart.

“The path I shall walk is the fusion of Life Origin and Destruction Origin. I shall call it the ‘Life-Death Dao.’ I hope one day I may rightfully bear the title ‘Life-Death Dao.’” Luo Feng thought.

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Filled with countless insights, Luo Feng naturally extended his hand, lightly tracing his finger—leaving a visible wound in the space of the Star Tower.

This trace!

Like a butcher’s knife dissecting an ox, a blade cleaved through emptiness.

Like a brush painting upon heaven and earth, the stroke imprinted itself upon the void.

It carried incomparable sharpness—Luo Feng had not even ignited his divine body; merely a finger trace was enough to rival his full-power slash against Xue Yun when he burned his divine power.

It also carried Luo Feng’s will—he cared most about those he must protect: his family, his clan. Since arriving on the Origin Continent, he had been cautious because if he died, the countless humans in his small universe would perish. Without him, what would become of his family? What fate would await humanity?

The Ancestor’s talent was formidable, yet since arriving on the Origin Continent, he had yet to become an Eternal True God—proving that talent alone paled beside personal cultivation.

To protect his family and humanity, the best way was to rely on himself.

“This is my Dao,” Luo Feng gazed at the trace in midair.

Luo Feng was delighted—he had found his Dao.

Many cultivators, as their strength grows, choose to focus solely on one Origin Dao.

But Luo Feng, before reaching the Chaotic realm, had chosen from his heart a path fusing two Daos—he believed that “pure Destruction Origin” and “pure Life Origin” both failed to align with his inner truth.

“In terms of realm, this technique qualifies as a Chaotic-level technique—it is my first Chaotic-level technique,” Luo Feng lightly traced again, leaving a stable trace in the unyielding space of the Star Tower. “I shall name it ‘Refining the Heart.’ The path of cultivation is arduous; I hope that after countless trials and tribulations, I never lose my original resolve.”

Luo Feng was also encouraging himself.

He had seen many powerful beings who, as they cultivated, changed even their very selves—many in his original universe, many on the Origin Continent too, like Xue Yun, who once had a beloved companion, yet ultimately sacrificed everything for strength.

“Cultivation is also the cultivation of the heart,” Luo Feng sat cross-legged once more, focusing again on his practice.

The insights of Life Origin and Destruction Origin continued to merge gradually; Luo Feng knew well—he was still weak, and needed to walk step by step with reverence.

In terms of realm alone, having just awakened one Chaotic-level technique, he still lagged behind Xue Yun in his prime.

A nine-story terrace begins with piled earth.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

…

At the Hou Yang City Lord’s mansion, a armored woman with hundreds of braids arrived, leading her guards. The five clan leaders of the mansion respectfully welcomed her.

“Your Highness,” the five leaders bowed before the armored woman.

She stood there, faint waves of water surging around her, radiating an invisible, terrifying aura.

She was Yu Shui Tianyu, one of the thirty-five children of the Yu Nation’s sovereign—among them, one of the most outstanding.

The armored woman laughed heartily: “I heard from Father that Hou Yang City has produced an extraordinary Eternal True God named Luo He, whose strength surpasses Yong Hu?”

The Hou Yang City Lord bowed respectfully: “Among the Eternal True Gods of Yu Nation, few can match Luo Shenjun’s strength. None are stronger.”

“Then I’ve come at the right time,” the armored woman nodded in satisfaction. “No wonder Father went to great lengths to arrange a chance for him—he might even become my senior brother.”

“Does the Sovereign intend to take him as a disciple?” asked Wu Qu Lou, leader of the Wu clan of the Wang Zu.

“It’s not that easy. Even with high talent, one must pass trials before even having a chance to become Father’s disciple,” the armored woman said. “Enough. Arrange for me to meet Luo Shenjun immediately.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the five clan leaders replied respectfully.

(End of Chapter)