Chapter 1301: Chaos

"Stealing the Dao? What you've stolen is merely superficial power." Han Wuxian's voice rang out again, piercing the void, clearly transmitting into Yan Buji's near‑desperate consciousness, "And this primordial silence is the destination of all laws, the foundation of heaven and earth. What do you use to steal? What do you use to hold?"

In the spacetime rift, the dark‑red egg sac's light rapidly dimmed, its surface patterns fading in large patches, and its volume began to shrink. Yan Buji felt his newly born Dao being fundamentally "disintegrated"—not destroyed, but "returned to silence"! If this continues, he will not only lose all the power he has stolen, but even the foundation of his own existence will be completely erased by this "primordial Silence Extinction," returning to eternal "nothing"!

"Han Wuxian!!!" he let out a desperate, utterly venomous shriek, "You want to make me perish in silence? Then I will dye this silence with my color!"

At the extreme, change arises; before being completely devoured by the "primordial Silence Extinction," Yan Buji made his final, and most insane, move—he detonated the fragment of Infinity belonging to Han Wuxian that had not yet fully merged within his newly born Dao.

He wanted this fundamental thing originating from Han Wuxian, in this extreme "primordial Silence Extinction," to mutate together with the remnants of his own "self‑attachment"…

Yan Buji's voice twisted madly within the dark‑red egg sac—a near‑lunatic struggle and resolve. "Han Wuxian, do you think you can suppress me with this primordial Silence Extinction? Today we'll perish together, jade and stone burned as one, and I will drag you and this heaven‑earth down with my ambition!" In the depths of his consciousness burned the last trace of unwillingness and venom; at this life‑or‑death juncture he held nothing back, his mind filled with a single mad obsession: mutual destruction.

He knew full well that if he were completely devoured by the primordial Silence Extinction, he would vanish forever from this world; all his schemes and all his cravings for power would come to nothing. Yet even so, he refused to surrender. In his view, Han Wuxian was the greatest obstacle on his path to the summit; if he could not utterly defeat him, even if his body were shattered to pieces, he could never swallow this breath.

As that strand of Infinity essence fragment was detonated, a terrifyingly extreme surge radiated from the spacetime rift, spreading wildly in all directions. The rules of spacetime fell into utter chaos under this surge; the once‑stable spacetime rift seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, appearing as shocking cracks. The dark‑red egg sac also swayed on the brink of collapse under this force's impact, its defiling patterns continually shattering into scattering specks of light, as if the whole sac would shatter completely in the next second.

Endless chaotic energy ravaged the spacetime rift, colliding and merging, bursting forth with blinding light. Mixed within this light was the aura of destruction; wherever it reached, everything was mercilessly torn apart and pulverized. Nearby spacetime turbulence was drawn into this energy, forming massive vortices that swallowed everything around them.

As that terrifying aberrant energy spread wildly, the whole world plunged into an unprecedented crisis. Myriad Silence Mountain, the crucial hub linking Han Wuxian to the origin of heaven and earth, bore the brunt of the impact. The once towering, majestic Myriad Silence Mountain began to tremble violently, like a giant on the verge of collapse, letting out painful groans.

Rocks on the mountain cracked apart under the tremendous pull, huge boulders rolling down and striking the cliffs, kicking up clouds of dust. The gullies between the peaks were torn deeper, massive fissures like ferocious scars spreading outward. The ancient structures on the mountainside swayed on the verge of collapse, beams snapping, tiles flying; the once solemn and solemn temples instantly turned into ruins.

The laws between heaven and earth also fell into utter disorder under the interference of this aberrant energy. The orbits of the sun, moon, and stars were disrupted; the sun would at times vanish, then suddenly burst with intense light that made people unable to keep their eyes open; the moon waxed and waned unpredictably, its shadows shifting eerily, as if hiding endless secrets. The stars' arrangement lost all order—some even drifted from their original paths, streaking across the sky and leaving brilliant yet dangerous trails, like fireworks of the apocalypse.

All worlds also fell into panic. In the bustling Human Realm, people stared in terror at the incessantly flashing strange lights in the sky, feeling the violent tremors of the earth, their hearts filled with fear and despair. Buildings in the cities collapsed one after another in the quake; the streets were crowded with panicked fleeing crowds, shouts and wails intertwining, echoing to the heavens. Goods in shops were shaken to the ground; people had no time to pick them up, merely scrambling desperately to find shelter.

Cultivators discovered that the spiritual power within their bodies was like an untamed wild horse, running wildly out of control; many thus suffered qi deviation, writhing in agony on the ground. The once tranquil spiritual springs began to boil, water jetting up in towering columns that shot toward the sky. In the Spiritual Illusion Realm, various magical treasures likewise lost control—some flew about on their own, releasing tremendous energy that flattened everything around them; others exploded outright, unleashing deafening blasts, shrapnel flying everywhere and wounding countless bodies.

And in remote places, demon beasts were likewise frightened into panic by this sudden change. They fled their dens in droves, racing wildly through the mountains and forests, colliding and biting each other; the entire Demon Beast Realm descended into chaos. Some weaker demon beasts were trampled to death in the turmoil, while the stronger ones tried to track down the source of all this, only to find they could not even approach that mighty aberrant energy.

Innocent living beings faced imminent catastrophe; their lives appeared so fragile before this mighty power. Whether human, cultivator, or demon beast, they struggled to survive in this crisis, their fate as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, liable to be crushed to dust at any moment.