Chapter 1303: Foundation of Order

"Infinity... is not a piling of power, nor the control of laws..."

His blood‑stained fingers dug deep into the fractured rock; his whispered voice was almost inaudible amid the chaotic lawstorm, yet it carried an unyielding resolve.

"It is... Existence itself, the foundation that bears all possibilities... the cornerstone!"

"Chaos, too, is a form of possibility!"

"End, likewise, is a link of Existence!"

"You wish to erase Existence with Chaos; I will, with this lingering 'I', redefine... the Origin of Order!"

He ceased battling the rampant 'Chaos End' within his body, and no longer attempted to mend his near‑broken Dao Foundation. He made an unprecedented decision: to voluntarily collapse!

Using the indestructible glimmer of his 'True Self' as the core, he guided all the remaining 'Infinity ancestral Qi' within him, together with the force of the 'Chaos End' that was eroding him, and the wails transmitted through the broken conduit from the Gu Jing of Ten Thousand Silence Mountain and the world's origin... He forced everything—order and Chaos, life and deathly Silence—into that single glimmer!

This is not fusion, but martyrdom! Offering his own existence as a sacrifice, he forcibly compressed and ignited that ultimate contradiction and conflict!

"Boom!!!"

An indescribable radiance erupted from within Han Wuxian! The light was not pure brightness; it contained the birth and death of galaxies, the utmost Silence, as well as the wild dance of Chaos and the sigh of End! Though not dazzling, it seemed to pierce every dimension, shining into every corner touched by the 'Chaos End'.

Beneath this radiance:

The mutated Nascent Soul monster of the East Sea froze mid‑madness, a brief bewilderment flashing in its murky eyes.

A warrior of the Northern Plains tribe, locked in fratricidal slaughter, halted his cleaver mid‑air, and an ancient, soothing sigh seemed to echo in his ears.

The chaotic spacetime of the Central Plains megacity briefly steadied; though fleeting, it gave the desperate a moment to breathe.

The writhing dark‑red veins on Ten Thousand Silence Mountain, as if scorched, emitted a sharp hiss, and their spread suddenly slowed.

This radiance is the 'Order Spark'! It is the 'Existence cornerstone' that Han Wuxian forcibly redefined from absolute Chaos at the cost of his own existence!

It cannot instantly quell all Chaos, but within this sea of disorder it erected a 'coordinate'—a lighthouse symbolizing that Order may yet arise and Existence can still endure.

At the heart of the light, Han Wuxian's body grew ethereal, as if it might dissolve into a speck of light at any moment. His consciousness rushed away, yet his 'True Self' glimmer, in this martyr‑like blaze, fully merged with the newly born 'Order Spark', becoming extraordinarily solid and resilient.

He felt that he was 'existing' in a way never before known. He was no longer merely Han Wuxian; he had become a living rule, a walking concept within this chaotic world.

His Way of Infinity had not vanished; amid this ultimate collapse and rebirth, it shed all external forms, returning to its most primal visage that underpins the very possibility of Existence.

The price was grievous. He lost almost all his power, his tangible body, and may forever be unable to walk the world under the name 'Han Wuxian'.

Yet he held fast. He preserved the last sliver of hope for Existence in this realm, leaving all beings struggling in Chaos with something to look up to... the Order Light.

The light gradually receded, and at the original site of Ten Thousand Silence Mountain it transformed into a floating, slowly rotating chaotic crystal whose interior seemed to contain infinite birth‑and‑death and contradiction.

Beneath the crystal, within the collapsed ruins of Ten Thousand Silence Mountain, the Gu Jing vortex had not fully extinguished; under the glow of the 'Order Spark' it stubbornly sustained a faint flame, echoing the crystal from afar.

Chaos had not ended; it still ravaged the heavens and All Realms.

But the Order Spark had already ignited, and the coordinate of hope had already been established.

In the void left after the dark‑red egg sac shattered completely, a single, highly condensed yet wildly unstable dark‑red ghostly light surged through the raging spacetime turbulence at an unimaginable speed. It was Yan Buji's remaining core—a strand that had fused stolen 'Infinity essence fragments', his own 'I‑clinging' residue, and a 'Chaos Core' mutated under the pressure of 'Primordial Silence Extinction'.

He abandoned almost all external forms, retaining only this most essential—and most dangerous—core, like a lizard shedding its tail, to snatch a sliver of life from Han Wuxian's mutual self‑destruction.

"Almost… almost…" The lingering will flickered madly within the 'Chaos Core', sensing the vast realm ahead—Youming Jie—a domain utterly unlike the world of the living, filled with deathly Silence, reincarnation, and whispering souls.

It is the dead's abode, the starting point of reincarnation, a law unlike the Nine Heavens and Five Domains, saturated with the purest yin energy and orderly death rules. There, the influence of Han Wuxian's Way of Infinity is weakest, making it the optimal hideout and respite for Yan Buji, whose existence centers on Chaos.

If he can flee into Youming Jie, with his newly forged blend of partial Infinity traits and extreme Chaos, he stands a chance to evade Han Wuxian's pursuit and even… exploit Youming Jie's unique laws to reconstruct a demonic body, cultivating this 'Chaos Core' into an even more terrifying existence!

However, just as he was about to breach the spacetime barrier and touch the dim, cold shield of Youming Jie,

"Boom!!!"

The previously calm Youming Jie barrier suddenly boiled! Endless death‑energy of the nether coalesced into a colossal hand that blocked the sky, formed from countless wailing souls, bearing a terrifying will to freeze spirits and end all, slamming down fiercely onto Yan Buji's 'Chaos Core'!

At the instant Yan Buji's dark‑red blood arrow was about to tear the Youming Jie barrier, the giant hand of endless nether death gave way, the void abruptly twisted, and a far older, purer will brimming with ultimate malice and the source of Chaos thundered down!

It was not the orderly death law of Youming Jie, but… the aura of the Abyss!

"Yan Buji..."

A low voice, as if woven from the howls of ten thousand demons and the echo of the abyss, pierced the roar of the spacetime turbulence and struck Yan Buji's 'Chaos Core' with force. The tone carried a hint of amusement, an undeniable authority, and a trace… of greed.

"Having obtained such a 'delicacy', you think you can just walk away? You are... far underestimating this seat."