Chapter 98: Power Transformation

The first layer of the Star Tower’s space.

Luo Feng sat cross-legged, gently extended a finger, and a wisp of divine power transformed into a single silver droplet.

This silver droplet was a perfect sphere, its surface marked with traces of chaotic law, traces that carried the rhythm of life—like the final brushstroke painting an eye onto a dragon in Earth’s myths; once it gained “living spirit,” the droplet’s very essence had transformed.

“Incredible,” Luo Feng murmured, watching as the silver droplet flowed across his palm.

After fully comprehending the true nature of the silver droplet, shaped by his Perfect Divine Body’s formless, shapeless ability, Luo Feng found his consciousness naturally merging into it.

The silver droplet felt like a part of his own body.

“That makes sense,” Luo Feng said, waving his hand. “Though the Silver Light beings have extremely low intelligence, they still understand affection, anger, attack—this silver droplet can carry consciousness, even if only in minuscule amounts.”

A wave of chaotic divine power shot out, transforming into thousands of silver droplets.

Each droplet possessed sentience; the moment they appeared, they instinctively sought to converge—like human fingers naturally working in harmony, these silver droplets were meant to fuse.

“This is the true transformed silver droplet,” Luo Feng smiled.

The ability to carry consciousness and naturally fuse—that was the silver droplet’s power.

“Hum.”

Thousands of silver droplets merged into one, like countless components forming a complete machine—its power instantly underwent a qualitative leap, easily shifting into different weapons: silver blade-light, silver sword-light, silver staff-light, silver net-light…

“In raw power and speed, it already rivals Yong Hu of the Infinite Divine Body,” Luo Feng said, continuing to release waves of divine power, generating vast quantities of silver droplets.

The droplets kept gathering—three thousand, five thousand… yet the power remained unchanged; only when they reached ten thousand did they coalesce into a silver river.

The power of this silver river surged again.

“These Silver Light beings are truly peculiar—they can keep accumulating and undergo qualitative changes?” Luo Feng, curious, generated even more silver droplets.

Ten million, a hundred million… yet no noticeable increase in power.

Luo Feng had worked tirelessly to form each silver droplet, for each contained a spark of life-spirit—even if faint, it still demanded his focus. From initially summoning thousands at once, he had gradually mastered the art, until now a mere wave of his hand summoned a hundred million droplets.

Finally—

At one hundred million droplets, another qualitative leap occurred!

“Boom—rumble~~~”

A silver river hung suspended in midair.

“One hundred million droplets perfectly fused into a single whole,” Luo Feng said. “Even I’d need effort to destroy it.” He slashed his hand through the air, striking the river—the silver river remained unyielding, trembling slightly but holding firm. “It rivals a newly awakened Chaotic Realm cultivator.”

Of course, only in terms of standard techniques; a newly awakened Chaotic Realm cultivator, if they burned their divine power to the limit, could still overpower this silver river by several times over.

“Can it keep fusing?”

Luo Feng tried.

Two hundred million, three hundred million, one billion…

Luo Feng had patience, for his last leap had been from ten thousand to one hundred million—a ten-thousandfold increase!

As he repeated the transformation, his understanding of the silver droplet deepened, allowing him to generate ever greater quantities—hundreds of millions, even billions at a time—yet the silver river showed no further qualitative change.

One trillion droplets! Two trillion droplets!…

As a cultivator who had trained for endless eons, Luo Feng was utterly patient; even just to deepen his understanding of “life-spirit,” he repeatedly generated vast quantities of droplets.

Finally—

At the level of 108 trillion droplets, the previously scattered, vast silver river naturally coalesced into a perfect whole.

“Shhhhhhh~~~”

A broad silver river, over a hundred kilometers long, flowed majestically through the Star Tower’s layer.

Its power was so immense it startled Luo Feng.

“Go!”

The vast silver river instantly thinned, transforming into a single silver blade-light stretching ten thousand kilometers—its normal form.

“It can be either large or small,” Luo Feng sensed intuitively. “It is now utterly ‘complete.’ Small, it fits in the palm. Large, it spans heaven and earth.”

“It far surpasses its previous power,” Luo Feng felt its resilience, strength, and speed undergo another qualitative leap—even with its crude techniques, it could now rival the casual strike of a normal Chaotic Realm cultivator.

A normal Chaotic Realm cultivator represents the lowest tier of the Chaotic Realm.

Those newly awakened? They usually lie low, cultivating combat arts, survival techniques, body refinement methods—consolidating their power comprehensively.

Those who walk openly in the world? The weakest are the normal Chaotic Realm cultivators—rare indeed, perhaps one in ten Chaotic Realm cultivators remains at this lowest level.

Because Chaotic Realm cultivators live eternally; even with bloodline cultivation systems, sufficient accumulation usually elevates them to the “middle tier” of the Chaotic Realm.

For example, an Infinite Divine Body cultivator, once their body reaches its limit, stands at the middle tier of the Chaotic Realm. Only after mastering powerful secret arts, accumulating profound cultivation, and comprehensively enhancing all aspects do they qualify as top-tier Chaotic Realm cultivators.

Top-tier Chaotic Realm cultivators are already extraordinary—Jiang Hou was one such being.

Push further still—and one brushes against the edge of a Divine King. Mastering over 99% of the fundamental Dao’s branches, with only the final bottleneck remaining. Only then does one qualify as peak Chaotic Realm—Liu Yin Hou was at this level.

Under normal circumstances, peak Chaotic Realm is the strongest tier for many second- and third-tier nations.

Only under special circumstances—such as among the Chaotic Realm cultivators of the two ancient nations who have mastered secret arts surpassing “Divine King Arts,” like Luo Feng’s “Lie Yuan Technique,” which is also a lineage beyond Divine King Arts—do a tiny few among the elite of the two ancient nations surpass the “peak Chaotic Realm.”

“A 108-trillion-droplet silver river finally matches the casual strike of a normal Chaotic Realm cultivator. Normal Chaotic Realm beings have crude techniques and low intelligence. But… this is mine. I control it with my own consciousness—my realm is far from low.” Luo Feng smiled.

“Cut!”

One thought.

The vast silver blade-light in midair, moving at terrifying speed, instantly severed the flow of chaotic law, tore through multiple layers of space, carving a black fissure.

“A normal Chaotic Realm cultivator, even with maximum divine power burn, can only achieve this,” Luo Feng thought. “It’s about two or three tenths of my full power before.”

“Can it keep accumulating?”

Though he felt it was complete, Luo Feng still tried.

Now, a single wave of his divine power generated tens of millions of silver droplets.

The quantity kept increasing…

…

Luo Feng treated it as cultivation! Even though his Perfect Divine Body was far from its limit, it was already immense—he could naturally generate vast quantities of silver droplets.

!.

He treated every “108 trillion droplets” as one unit.

Luo Feng converted half of his current divine body into silver droplets—generating a total of “1.2 billion units” of silver blade-light—but these droplets could fuse no further.

“It can’t evolve further,” Luo Feng understood.

Now, an immeasurably vast silver ocean filled this layer of the Star Tower; Luo Feng sat cross-legged atop this boundless silver sea.

This was the silver ocean formed by 1.2 billion units of silver blade-light.

“The silver droplets have three flaws,” Luo Feng mused. “First, they grow hungry easily—and cannot absorb natural energy; they require chaotic energy, chaotic crystals, or purer chaotic divine power.” He sighed. “Fortunately, my miniature universe constantly supplies endless chaotic divine power—maintaining these rivers is still easy.”

“Second flaw: they are not divine power—they cannot activate weapons or treasures.”

Ordinary body refinement arts merely enhance divine power’s efficiency, yet remain fundamentally divine power.

But Luo Feng had transformed his divine power into “silver droplets”—altering even the most basic unit, turning divine power into a silver droplet form.

The silver droplets could not absorb natural energy, could not activate weapons or treasures, and… could not burn like divine power.

“Third flaw: they cannot burn. Their normal form’s power is already their maximum.” Luo Feng silently noted.

Chaotic Realm beings still had many weaknesses.

“But all their weaknesses are overshadowed by their advantages,” Luo Feng was thrilled. “One unit of Silver Light being, using ‘Chaotic Blade,’ matches the full-power strike of a normal Chaotic Realm cultivator.”

“Then what about ten units?”

Luo Feng thought.

The vast silver ocean launched ten blade-lights.

Ten blade-lights, each unleashing the same “Chaotic Blade,” their power terrifying—as if ten normal Chaotic Realm cultivators were burning their divine power to the limit in mortal combat.

“For me, I need to divide my attention,” Luo Feng experimented. “My mental will and soul are strong enough… ‘Chaotic Blade’ is a simple technique.”

In midair, blade-light after blade-light rose, continuously practicing the “Chaotic Blade.”

The Star Tower’s stability allowed Luo Feng to freely practice.

Eventually, three hundred blade-lights rose.

Three hundred colossal silver blade-lights, each wielding the Chaotic Blade—when three hundred normal Chaotic Realm cultivators unleashed their maximum power simultaneously… the sheer force startled even Luo Feng.

“Boom—rumble~~~”

Though their technique was crude, the combined power of three hundred silver blade-lights tore through countless layers of space.

“I’ve discovered a new body refinement path—the Transformation Method. Infinite transformations, adopting traits of special beings.” Luo Feng was exhilarated—though this was uniquely his own Transformation Method.

Only his formless, shapeless ability allowed his divine power to transform so easily.

“Transformation is not the Dao,” Luo Feng, having faced the Primordial Dao of Life, knew this clearly. “The ultimate of the body should be comprehending the fundamental rules behind divine body strength—becoming the embodiment of the Dao itself.”

“I’m only at the Chaotic Realm now—I haven’t even mastered a branch of the Dao. I’m still far from the ultimate.”

Luo Feng had self-awareness.

Before mastering the complete Dao, infinite transformation offers many advantages and aids in Dao comprehension.

…

“Huh.” Luo Feng shifted his intent, moving Mo Luo Sa into the Star Tower.

“Master,” Mo Luo Sa looked at him warmly.

“Mo Luo Sa, let’s spar again,” Luo Feng said, smiling at him.

Mo Luo Sa froze.

Again?

Last time, even his master’s full-power slash couldn’t break his palm skin—and that was even after Mo Luo Sa had held back completely.

“Master, wait until your divine body reaches its limit before sparring,” Mo Luo Sa couldn’t help saying. The gap was too vast—what’s the point? Even if he stood still, his master couldn’t break his skin.

(End of chapter)