Chapter 3819: The Chaos State
Little Tree tilted its head, looking troubled: "I don’t know how to describe it."
Seeing Little Tree’s difficulty, Lin Moyu said, "Just tell what you sense."
Little Tree said, "There’s wind there, and fire too, but the wind doesn’t extinguish the fire, and the fire doesn’t drift around with the wind."
"I’m blown by the wind and roasted by the fire at the sa ti. The wind feels nice, and the fire feels nice too."
"Sotis it rains. When it rains, I can absorb more power."
"So I always hope for rain, but it doesn’t rain often."
Lin Moyu asked, "Anything else?"
Little Tree shook its head: "No, that’s about it."
Little Tree’s description was very vague, making it hard to extract useful information.
Lin Moyu asked, "Besides wind and rain, have you seen anything else? Any living beings? What about your sense of space and ti?"
"No living beings. It’s empty—nothing but . Oh, now there’s also Chaoszi."
"As for space, I can’t sense it. My perception there is very limited. If I leave the roots even a little, I can’t feel anything anymore."
"As for ti, it seems there’s no real sense of ti there, or rather, ti is chaotic and constantly changing. Looking at it gives a sense of tearing."
Lin Moyu’s eyes lit up: "Describe that tearing feeling."
Little Tree said, "Sotis, I feel like my roots are cut off and disappear. But after a while, they reappear, as if nothing happened."
Lin Moyu realized this was a result of temporal and spatial disorder.
The chaos in ti and space caused Little Tree to experience illusions—at certain monts, its roots would enter another space-ti, making the main body feel as if they’d vanished.
This showed that apart from wind, water, and fire, that place also contained the powers of space and ti.
This matched exactly what Lin Moyu had sensed in the tunnel earlier.
Because of the power of space-ti, that tunnel might be infinitely long or infinitely short—he might never reach the end.
And if he couldn’t block that wind, even if he managed to reach that world, it would be no different from courting death.
But Lin Moyu didn’t understand why that place didn’t harm the World Tree or Chaoszi.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and asked, "Little Tree, when you’re there, what state are you in? Is it the sa as here?"
Little Tree thought for a mont, then shook its head: "It’s different. Over there, my roots are in a special state—closer to chaos and disorder, but not to the point of collapse."
Little Tree struggled to describe its state, but after listening, Lin Moyu understood.
Just as Chaoszi had said before, it was in a chaos state.
He hadn’t been able to touch Chaoszi before because he hadn’t entered the chaos state himself.
He hadn’t understood what chaos state ant before, but now he finally had so idea.
Chaos state is the extre of disorder, but not to the point of collapse—a primordial state of existence, the very beginning of things.
In that state, form, ti, and space are all chaotic.
It’s easily torn apart into fragnts, with nothing able to persist.
Yet it’s also the beginning of all things—the first step from disorder to order.
A surge of insight rose from the depths of Lin Moyu’s soul—one principle leads to a hundred, and he quickly gained a deep understanding of chaos.
"Everything in heaven and earth has a beginning, including this world."
"All beginnings start with chaos. At the dawn of chaos, heaven and earth were in disorder, with no space or ti. Only when the Great Dao evolved did chaos move toward order."
"When order reached a certain point, things began to develop, yin and yang erged, and the Great Dao was nurtured."
"Chaos is the beginning of order, and also the end of all things."
Lin Moyu muttered, speaking insights only he could understand.
Little Tree watched with wide eyes, trying to grasp Lin Moyu’s aning, but clearly gaining nothing.
Everyone’s Dao is different—Lin Moyu’s Dao belonged only to himself.
At this point, Lin Moyu gently raised his hand, and the Immortal Fire ignited in his palm.
Unlike the World-Burning Fire, the Immortal Fire was Lin Moyu’s natal fla, completely under his control.
The Immortal Fire danced in his palm, directed by his will—orderly and rhythmic.
Lin Moyu could make it burn fast or slow, weak as a wisp or vast enough to cover the world.
Now, under his will, the Immortal Fire began to grow chaotic, shifting from order toward disorder.
With his intent, the fire grew more and more chaotic, unpredictable—sotis large, sotis small, sotis strong, sotis weak, sotis calm as water, sotis wild as madness.
He completely disrupted the structure of the Immortal Fire, fundantally turning it chaotic.
Finally, the chaos reached its peak.
At the extre of disorder, the Immortal Fire entered a chaos state, emitting an indescribable aura.
Now, the Immortal Fire seed to exist in different space-tis, flickering in and out, in an extrely abnormal state.
Within the fla, the sound of wind could be faintly heard—it no longer seed like fire, but sothing that could beco anything.
The nearby space twisted, and disorder began to spread outward.
"So this is the chaos state..."
Lin Moyu’s mind was clear—he had grasped the chaos state.
This state lasted less than two seconds before the Immortal Fire grew even more chaotic, rapidly spreading outward.
Lin Moyu’s expression changed. With a wave, he tried to throw the disorderly Immortal Fire out of his soul world.
This was his soul world—he could control anything within it.
But he failed. The Immortal Fire in chaos state was completely beyond his control.
He quickly grabbed Little Tree and teleported to a corner of his soul world.
Boom!
The Immortal Fire exploded, leaving a huge hole in his soul world and inflicting heavy damage.
Lin Moyu grunted as his soul shattered on the spot.
A flash of purple light, and Lin Moyu was reborn for the third ti.
Little Tree anxiously asked, "Master, are you alright?"
Lin Moyu forced a smile: "I’m fine, just got careless."
He really hadn’t expected to lose control of the Immortal Fire after turning it into chaos state.
But in the end, it was because his strength was insufficient—he couldn’t perfectly control the Immortal Fire in chaos state, leading to its loss of control.
Still, he understood now that, at the mont of the explosion, the Immortal Fire was no longer itself, but had reverted to the most fundantal state of fire.
That state is also the original state of all fire.
From that state, different combinations can create different kinds of fire, each with its own function.
His World-Burning Fire would be the sa—if it entered chaos state, it would also return to the original state of fire.
Lin Moyu murmured, "The Chaos Great Dao returns everything to its origin. It’s not destruction, but it’s even more terrifying than destruction."
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