High in the high-sky twilight, eighty thousand paces above the Azure Cloud Realm, Lin Xiao floated in suspended peace.
Having burned up twenty-four mountain-sized Void Sea monsters and dreadnoughts in the span of less than half an hour, his fifty-mile-wide blue sphere was glowing with a rich, hypnotic violet-gold radiance. The outside of his jelly-like body felt pleasantly heavy, swaying gently in the high-sky slipstream like a ripe autumn melon heavy with juice.
Inside his boundless Primordial Void Dantian, however, a spirit revolution of cosmic proportions was taking place.
In an ordinary fighter of the Mahayana realm, the dantian was an energetic lake or sea, bounded by the spirit veins and the fragile spiritual sea of mind. But Lin Xiao’s dantian was an infinite expanse of uncarved Primordial Chaos. At its total epicenter roared the Primordial Chaos Fire, where millions of tons of stone-hard dwarf stars, dark-matter hard shell, and negative entropic ash were being processed.
As the crushing gravity pressure of the fire reached its peak, something extraordinary occurred.
The negative flow-charge of the void matter—the living non-existence that unwove physical elements and conceptual laws into blank static—didn’t simply break down into inert specks. Forced through the unbound origin fires of the Primordial Chaos. Then, the flow-charge of the breakdown inverted.
