Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

It was Grandpa Su Zhenbang's aged and stern face: "Qingxue, the future of the Su family is in your hands."

It was Lin Chen's back as he stood in front of her atop Kunlun Mountain.

It's Shen Qingqiu, Qin Yurou, Chu Ling'er, Mu Qingyao, Luo Yunyi... In this life, she is no longer alone.

"In this life, I have companions." Su Qingxue's resolve hardened. "My responsibility is not just to sacrifice."

The Ice Maiden's impending self-destruction abruptly stopped.

A hint of confusion flashed in her icy blue eyes, followed by an unprecedented clarity.

The spear spun around, and at the last moment before its self-destruction, it drew a mysterious trajectory—it wasn't an attack, but a seal!

At the cost of her own profound Yin essence, she temporarily froze the entire isolated city, including herself and the demonic tide.

Buy some time and wait for reinforcements.

The image freezes.

Su Qingxue stepped out of the mirror, her steps unsteady, and was supported by Lin Chen.

She looked at Meng Po: "So... does this count as passing the test?"

Meng Po's turbid eyes paused slightly: "Using a seal instead of sacrifice, leaving a sliver of hope... Good."

She looked at Lin Chen: "The last one."

Lin Chen walked to the mirror.

As the stars vanished, the chaotic figure sat firmly on the star's core.

This time, the feeling was completely different.

That's not "sacrifice" or "responsibility," but rather a kind of... "destination."

As the stars were about to perish, the chaotic figure calmly accepted it, assimilating with the stars and returning to nothingness.

It was as if that was the end of the path of chaos—all things originate from chaos and return to chaos.

Lin Chen's consciousness was almost swallowed up by this realization of "the great way returns to oneness".

It's a perfect match.

Chaotic Dao Body, Chaotic Memory, Perfect Resonance.

Outside the mirror, Su Qingxue and Ye Qingcheng watched nervously.

They could sense that Lin Chen's aura was becoming ethereal and indifferent, as if he were about to merge into the starry sky.

"Lin Chen!" Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but call out.

The chaotic figure in the mirror stirred slightly.

This very movement allowed Lin Chen's true nature to seize upon the flaw—

"No."

"The Way of Chaos is not a destination, but a process."

"To embrace all things is not to assimilate them."

"In this life, I have people to protect, things left undone, and—"

Deep within his heart, the chaotic seed within the chaotic nascent soul suddenly burst forth with brilliant light!

That light was not the annihilation of darkness, but the primordial light of chaos that gave birth to life!

"The path I choose to take is not one of nothingness."

"Instead, creation begins from chaos!"

In the mirror, the star, about to be annihilated, suddenly stopped collapsing.

The chaotic figure slowly raised its head, its hands clasped in a gesture of repose. The wisp of chaotic imprint no longer dissipated with the stars, but transformed into a seed, which was cast into the depths of the void.

The image is shattered.

Lin Chen stepped out of the mirror, his body surrounded by chaotic energy that not only did not dissipate but became even more solid and profound.

Meng Po remained silent for a long time before finally bowing deeply: "By creating from chaos, breaking the cycle of reincarnation... I have guarded this gate for a thousand years, and you are the first."

She tapped the mirror with her cane again, and the three mirrors vanished.

The staircase leading to the sixth floor slowly appeared.

"But I must remind you three," Meng Po gave Lin Chen a deep look, "Although you have passed the cycle of reincarnation, the 'karmic imprints' you awakened are now connected to your souls in this life."

"The road ahead... will bring even more 'past life entanglements'."

Lin Chen nodded: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

The three of them stepped onto the stairs.

Meng Po watched their disappearing figures and murmured softly:

"The creation of chaos... Could it be that what the Alliance Leader is waiting for is not the Seven Star Chaos Body, but..."

She suddenly dared not think any further, and her figure slowly dissipated into the void of reincarnation.

At the top of the tower, the chess piece in the white-robed man's hand shattered silently into dust.

He stared at the image of Lin Chen breaking through the tribulation in the water mirror, and for the first time, a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

"The creation of chaos... he actually comprehended this."

"The plan needs to be accelerated."

The man in white turned and walked toward the altar.

He bit his fingertip and used his blood to draw a complex symbol on the central disc of the altar.

The seven soul lamps swayed violently at the same time!

Among them, the silver lamp representing Luo Yunyi suddenly dimmed to the point of almost going out.

The remaining six lamps had a thicker layer of ash around their wicks.

……

At the end of the sixth-floor staircase, there was no light curtain.

There is only one door.

An ordinary wooden door, with visible growth rings and wormholes on the door panel, stands out starkly against the mysterious restrictions and vast space in front of the Tianyan Tower.

Lin Chen's hand stopped an inch above the doorknob.

"Be careful," Su Qingxue whispered, her ice sword already silently drawn half an inch from its sheath, the cold air condensing into a thin frost on the ground.

Ye Qingcheng stood sideways by the door, her Frost Soul Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, her muscles tense like a cheetah: "It's very quiet inside..."

It was eerily quiet.

There was no energy fluctuation, no breathing, no heartbeat—nothing at all, as if there was absolute emptiness behind the door.

Lin Chen pushed open the door.

squeak-

The sound of the old wooden door turning was particularly jarring in the silence.

The sight behind the door stunned all three of them.

It wasn't the treacherous trap or powerful enemy you might have imagined, but just a room.

A room so ordinary it couldn't be more ordinary.

It's about 20 square meters, with white walls, wooden floors, a desk, a chair, and a bookshelf.

There were some yellowed thread-bound books on the bookshelf, and an old-fashioned table lamp on the desk, with a thin layer of dust on the lampshade.

The only unusual thing was that the room's four walls, ceiling, and floor were all covered with writing.

The characters are densely packed, layer upon layer. Some are neat regular script, some are unrestrained cursive script, and some are strange symbols that are completely unrecognizable.

All the writing was faintly glowing, exuding an aura of... sadness.

"This is……"

Su Qingxue approached a wall and lightly traced the words with her fingertips. "'Regret,' 'hatred,' 'obsession,' 'anger'... all words expressing negative emotions."

Ye Qingcheng looked at the other wall: "This side is 'delusion,' 'attachment,' 'resentment,' and 'confusion.'"

Lin Chen's gaze fell on the desk.

There lay a notebook open, its pages yellowed, a fountain pen beside it, and the ink bottle dried up.

He walked over and looked down.

The handwriting in the notebook is neat and legible:

"On the seventh day of the seventh month of the Jiazi year, the seven stars gather and the nine yangs are born. The secrets of heaven are revealed, and a great era is about to begin. However, the way of heaven is flawed, the seven stars are unstable, and the nine yangs are extremely strong, so there may be unexpected changes."

"I observed the stars last night. Yao Guang was dim, Kai Yang was faint, and Yu Heng was off track... The trajectories of the seven stars were disordered. If we forcibly push them back into their proper places, I fear it will trigger a backlash from heaven and earth."

"However, the Alliance Leader insisted, saying, 'With the emergence of the Chaos Seed, all laws return to their origin; a small price to pay is not worth worrying about.'"

"The price... was seven lives."

The handwriting becomes messy here, and the ink shows signs of being blurred by water stains.

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"I saw those seven children today. The oldest was no more than three years old, and the youngest was still an infant. They smiled at me and reached out their arms for me to hold them..."

"I held Yaoguang in my arms, and she grabbed my finger and giggled. The butterfly birthmark on her collarbone is so beautiful."