Chapter 1302: Lament

At the peak of Wanji Mountain, Han Wuxian's body jolted violently under the terrifying shock that came from a rift in space‑time, his complexion turning as pale as paper in an instant. He clearly felt the unbreakable link between himself, the ancient well of Wanji Mountain, and the primordial Silence Extinction of this realm tearing with agonizing pain at that moment! The link was not severed; rather, an extremely chaotic, extremely violent alien energy bearing the Dao Rhythm traits of both him and Yan Buji, like the most venomous curse, surged along the connection, crazily eroding it in reverse!

That energy was no longer Yan Buji's "I‑attachment", nor the pure "Infinity Essence", nor the ancient "Primordial Silence Extinction". It is the "Chaotic End" formed by forcibly blending and mutating the three at that moment of ultimate destruction! It possesses the base of "Primordial Silence Extinction" that erases everything, carries the "Infinity Essence" trait of encompassing all phenomena yet twisted, and is saturated with Yan Buji's "I‑attachment" mad will to annihilate all!

It follows no known law; its very existence is an absolute negation of "Order" and "Existence"!

Puff—

Han Wuxian could no longer suppress it; a spray of blood infused with chaotic starlight and threads of dark crimson filth erupted wildly, and the "Infinity Ancestral Qi" circulating around him instantly became chaotic. His proud, just‑stabilized "True Self Core" violently trembled under the impact of the "Chaotic End", as if being pulled into a vortex filled with maddening mutterings and ultimate void!

"Hahaha!" In the space‑time rift, the dark‑red egg sac had completely shattered, yet Yan Buji's last remaining will emitted a victorious, twisted cackle, even as that laugh was being rapidly devoured by the uncontrolled "Chaotic End". "Han Wuxian! Do you feel it?! This is the true… return to void! You and I… are both within it!!"

His voice abruptly stopped, his will utterly extinguished. Yet the "Chaotic End" he left behind, like an opened Pandora's box, began to spread madly from Wanji Mountain as its core toward the heavens and all realms!

In an elegant mountain range tens of thousands of li from Wanji Mountain, flora withered in an instant and then grew wildly in an instant, mountains and rivers shifted, earth‑fire‑wind‑water lost balance, space sprouted countless cracks like a shattered mirror, only to bizarrely seal again the next moment, cycling repeatedly, turning the area into a law‑forbidden zone where all life has vanished.

Above the East Sea, a Nascent Soul Cultivator was undergoing tribulation when heavenly thunder struck, but it was no longer pure destructive force; it transformed into a bizarre, multicolored energy that was at times ice‑cold to the bone and at other times scorching enough to burn the soul, instantly contaminating and mutating his Nascent Soul into a mindless monster that only knows how to devour spiritual energy.

In the Northern Plains, a tribe devoutly worshipping an ice‑and‑snow deity suddenly saw black blood tears streaming from the corner of its totem statue's eye; the tribe's most respected shaman, while praying, uttered a divine name that twisted into an incomprehensible, malicious blasphemy, driving the entire tribe into a frenzy of mutual slaughter.

In Central Continent's bustling cultivation megacity, the flow of time inside the city alternated between lightning‑fast, turning mortals to skeletal remains in a blink, and sluggish, almost halted, stretching cultivators' movements into eerie slow‑motion. Occasionally, fragmented lights from other worlds and eras flickered in the sky above, inviting the gaze of unknown entities.

This is not merely a chaos of power, but a shaking of the very foundation of "Existence"! Wherever the "Chaotic End" passes, all laws, energies, matter, even concepts, mutate and collapse toward an unpredictable, incomprehensible direction!

Wanji Mountain itself bears the brunt. The ancient well's vortex sways wildly, its light flickering unpredictably as if it could extinguish at any moment. Countless twisted, dark‑red patterns that writhe like living beings appear on the mountain's surface, aligning with the "Chaotic End" raging inside Han Wuxian, crazily eroding his Dao Foundation.

Han Wuxian half‑kneels on the ground, hands braced, struggling to resist the dual erosion from within and without. His "Infinity" Dao Rhythm, before this absolute "Chaos", appears powerless for the first time. Inclusion? This chaos refuses inclusion! Definition? This chaos continuously distorts definition!

He tried to summon the "Primordial Silence Extinction" to quell it, only to discover that the "Chaotic End" already contains the traits of the "Primordial Silence Extinction", and that its mutation makes it even more aggressive!

"Yan Buji… you actually created such… abomination…" Han Wuxian's mouth continuously dripped polluted blood, yet his gaze, amid the chaos, forced together the last sliver of clarity.

He knows that this moment is no longer a clash of Dao, but a "Existence Crisis" sweeping the heavens! If the spread of this "Chaotic End" cannot be halted, not only will he vanish, but the entire heavens and all realms that rely on the current law system will face an unimaginable ultimate cataclysm!

He struggles to lift his head, gazing at the sky whose colors have become bizarre from the collapse of law, his eyes seeming to pierce the endless void, landing upon the Dao Hearts of living beings that, through his "Dao Initiation", have connected with him and remain not yet fully polluted.

Perhaps… only by harnessing the last thread of longing for "Order" and "Existence" in all beings' hearts, and combining it with his own soon‑to‑collapse "Infinity" Dao Foundation, can a sliver of hope be found amid this absolute chaos…

But the price will be an unimaginably heavy burden.

The "Chaotic End", like an invisible plague centered on Wanji Mountain, crazily erodes the fabric of reality. Han Wuxian half‑kneels on the collapsing peak, his surrounding "Infinity Ancestral Qi" no longer flows but snarls and howls inside him like a wounded beast. The "True Self Core" that once commanded all laws is riddled with spider‑web cracks, and the "Chaotic End" that Yan Buji thrust back in his dying moment acts like the most venomous acid, disintegrating his Dao Foundation from within.

He can feel his perception of "Infinity" growing vague, his understanding of "Silence Extinction" being twisted. If he continues, not a moment will pass before his Dao Foundation either collapses completely or… is assimilated by this chaos, becoming a monster that has lost self and only knows how to spread the end.

The wailing and the shrill crack of law's collapse, like background noise, continuously assault his near‑shattered mind.

Yet, amid this absolute despair and chaos, deep within the cracked "True Self Core" of Han Wuxian, a faint glimmer has never gone out.

It is the source of his Dao name, the steadfastness he has guarded throughout the endless Silence Extinction, and the most primitive yearning for "Existence" he sensed when "Dao Initiation" touched countless beings!