Yue zihan could feel the power in his body stabilizing as it prepared for refinement. Cultivating in his room was not as good as in the chaotic pool but he having consumed all the chaos in the room during his primordial body awakening it was practically useless.
System," he said aloud, still sitting in the on his bed. "Show me my stats."
[Status Panel Opening…]
A faint blue window shimmered before his blindfolded eyes:
PRIMORDIAL CHAIOTIC GENESIS SYSTEM
Name: Yue Zihan
Race: Human (Evolving)
Title: Primordial Vessel (Unstable)
Realm: Mortal Realm
Cultivation: Body Forging – Stage 1 (Chaotic Integration 21%)
Strength: 30
Endurance: 19
Soul Power: 28
Control: 4
Luck: Undefined
Sin:-10
System Authority: Limited
Chaos Resonance: Dormant
Title: defier of order
"Well the increase was small," Zihan mused
[System] did you think you will just jump through to heaven level
Quest issued: collect items needed for body forging.
Duration: one week
Reward: heaven all seeing eye
Failure: reduced speed of chaos integration.
Zihan looked at the words and smiled," so what do I need to get for this,"
[ System] phoenix heart blood, phoenix feathers, spiritual glass grass, any core foundation beast blood , spiritual stones
" I think I can get that, the perks of being rich. I should go and ask my parents," zihan said as he read through the list.
Zihan looked out the night that was almost ending. " maybe I should go out for a walk first just see the world,"
............…..
The city of Yunzhou , the capital,was alive before dawn.
Vendors were already shouting prices for vegetables, spiritual herbs, and bad decisions.
Disciples in plain gray robes hurried through the mist, clutching talismans and dreams of ascension.
The air shimmered faintly with low-grade Qi — diluted, harmless, the kind that made people feel "healthy" but never powerful.
And Yue Zihan walked right through it — anonymous, blindfolded, a calm storm in human shape.
His robe was plain, his posture relaxed.
To anyone looking, he was just another scholar or cultivator-in-training.
Only the faint ripple of air around him , subtle, made those next him instinctively avoid him hinting at something the world wasn't ready for.
[Observation:] Population density: 3,000 per district.
Average cultivation: Qi Condensation, early stage.
Intelligence quotient: inconsistent.
Zihan smirked. "You mean stupid."
[Clarification:] I mean optimistic. Which is similar.
He passed a street where children were practicing with wooden swords, their instructor shouting:
"Qi is harmony! Breathe with the heavens!"
Zihan tilted his head. "Harmony, huh? No wonder progress is slow."
[Explain?]
"In chaos," he said quietly, "power isn't borrowed from the heavens. It's taken from yourself. Mortals reach upward for permission; I reached inward for defiance."
[Philosophical Subroutine Engaged.]
Conclusion: Host equates self-destruction with self-liberation.
He smiled faintly. "Exactly. Growth requires a little breaking. "
As he walked, the System projected faint data overlays into his mind — small flashes of insight about the world's structure.
[Displaying Realm Hierarchy:]
Mortal Realm Cultivation Stages:
1. Body Refinement – tempering flesh and bone.
2. Qi Condensation – forming meridians.
3. Foundation Establishment – creating inner stability.
4. Core Formation – condensing Qi into a core.
5. Nascent Soul – splitting spirit from body.
6. Spirit Severing – cutting mortal ties.
7. Heavenly Ascension – transcending into the Higher Realms.
[Note:] Mortal society reveres Core Formation cultivators as local lords.
Spirit Severing experts are near-mythical.
Heavenly Ascendants become legends, rarely seen again.
Zihan hummed. "So the world's hierarchy is a ladder of arrogance. The higher you climb, the fewer people you acknowledge."
[You sound impressed.]
"Oh, I am," he said dryly. "They managed to formalize elitism into religion."
He passed a group of Foundation cultivators boasting near a tea stall.
Their conversation was loud, their Qi unstable — all shine, no depth.
When Zihan walked by, their voices faltered briefly, a shiver of instinct warning them of something unfamiliar nearby.
Then they laughed it off, pretending nothing had happened.
[Observation:] They sensed your presence.
Recommendation: Erase witnesses?
"Tempting," Zihan said, sipping tea from a vendor's stall, "but I'm trying this new thing called 'subtlety.'"
[I give it three minutes.]
Yue zihan sat under a willow tree beside the river, watching a fisherman meditate between casts. He could see Ruo Jin standing among the people passing by silent and watching for any danger that may appear.
He was a prince after all and still weak many people wanted the only crown prince dead and he was basically a sitting duck for any of his father's enemies.
For a moment, it reminded him of Earth — quiet parks, soft winds, pretending peace existed.
He smiled faintly, speaking low enough that only the System heard.
"Funny thing — on Earth, people said they wanted peace too. But they never meant it. They wanted control. Over jobs, money, people, even their own image. The difference between a CEO and a sect leader? Uniforms."
[Analysis:] Earth's cultivation system was based on economics, not Qi.
Energy flow: currency. Power source: compliance.
He laughed. "Exactly. And I played the game for a while — until I realized every player was replaceable but it was too late for regret. Here, at least when someone fails, they explode spectacularly."
[Consolation prize: more fireworks.]
He smiled, quiet and sharp. "I'll take fireworks over my life on earth any day."
The Flicker of Power
, chaos responding to his change in emotions.
He stood, brushing off his robe.
A soft breeze rippled through the riverside— harmless, at first. Then stronger. The water in the canal beside him rose, swirling faintly as red-and-blue light glimmered beneath the surface.
[Warning:] Emotional fluctuation detected.
Host leaking Chaotic Qi
[ Side effects] your body will be unable to handle the released of Qi
He closed his eyes behind the blindfold, inhaling deeply.
The wind died immediately. The world exhaled with him.
[Containment successful.]
You're improving.
"Of course," he murmured. "If I can't control my power, I don't deserve it."
The fisherman by the river blinked, unaware that he'd just stood next to an entity capable of unmaking reality.
As he left the willow tree, the last sunlight touched the roofs of Yunzhou.
Zihan's voice was low, more to himself than to the System.
"This world built its strength on imitation — trying to become heaven's image. But heaven is flawed. Static. Predictable. If chaos can't fit their order…"
He smiled beneath the blindfold.
"…then I'll make an order that fits my chaos."
[Objective Logged:]
New Goal: Form the Sect of Infinite Fracture.
Philosophy: Creation through Disruption.
He paused, amused. "That name still sounds pretentious."
[All great sects sound pretentious.]
"Fair enough."
He looked back at the city — the busy streets, the hopeful cultivators, the sky above that still believed itself untouchable.
"Let them dream," he said softly. "Dreams make better kindling."
And as he walked into the night ,the air behind him rippled once more — a silent omen that a new kind of power had begun to move in the Mortal Realm.