151: Chaos Bottle Spirit

In the Spirit Realm Thunder Abyss, the thunderstorms are eternal.

This place is the graveyard of Law and the forbidden zone of life.

The multi-colored Chaos Thunder Gang is like a furious ocean, roaring, colliding, annihilating, and being reborn without end.

Every wisp of scattered lightning contains terrifying energy sufficient to tear apart a Mahayana Cultivator; every fleeting alternation of light and darkness reenacts the destruction and creation reminiscent of the beginning of the Universe.

Here, there is no concept of time, only the coexistence of energy frenzy and absolute silence.

Right at the core of this desperate region where even light cannot escape, a tiny, imperceptible speck of Chaos light floats silently like dust in the eye of a storm.

That is the Dual-Pattern magic bottle.

On the body of the bottle, the originally distinct dark gold Order patterns and pitch-black Nether patterns have now, under the billions of scourings and tempering by the infinite Chaos Thunder Gang, completely blurred, merged, and transformed.

They are no longer simple attachments; they have penetrated into the essence of the bottle like living things, turning into countless more complex, more ancient Chaos Thunder patterns that seem to be Innate.

These Thunder patterns no longer flicker but present a dark, restrained color that seems capable of devouring all light; only when enduring extremely violent lightning strikes do they suddenly light up, greedily absorbing the destructive energy into the bottle.

Inside the bottle, that Small World has long been turned upside down.

The Life and Death Thunder Pool has disappeared, or rather, it has expanded and assimilated the entire world.

There is no longer a distinction between land and sky here; as far as the eye can see, it is nothing but a boiling, churning sea of lightning with chaotic colors!

The golden Life Lightning and black Death Lightning have long lost their boundaries, turning into a Chaos Thunder slurry where one exists within the other, mixed with countless fragments of Spirit Realm Origin Law that were devoured, analyzed, and refined by the magic bottle and integrated into itself.

This sea of lightning is the new core of the world—the [Chaos Thunder Pool]!

And at the very center of the Thunder Pool, a figure outlined and condensed from billions of Chaos Thunder patterns is slowly floating.

The figure vaguely resembles Mo Yuan, but it is no longer a body of flesh and blood.

Every inch of his "skin" and every "Meridian" is composed of constantly arising, ceasing, and flowing Chaos Thunder patterns, as if he himself is a part of this Thunder Pool, an Incarnation of this Chaos lightning.

His eyes are tightly closed, his expression calm, yet he naturally exudes a supreme aura that transcends all things, cold and yet all-encompassing.

His consciousness has long been completely integrated with the magic bottle, this Chaos Thunder Pool, and the endless Thunder Abyss outside.

Pain? It had already reached its extreme and been surpassed at the very beginning of the Fusion.

Perception? His "line of sight" can penetrate the Thunder Abyss, vaguely sensing the rotation of the Spirit Realm's starry sky, feeling the joys and sorrows of the Mo Land Spirit Territory, and even vaguely touching that ubiquitous Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao Law network that is full of extreme malice toward him.

Time? It has no meaning here; perhaps it has only been an instant, or perhaps ten thousand years have already passed.

A realization, like lightning splitting Chaos, exploded in the deepest part of his consciousness.

Why should the creation of a sequence be confined to "demonic liquid"?

demonic liquid is merely a crude mixture of energy and genes; it is an inefficient carrier and a limitation.

And this Chaos Thunder Pool contains the supreme will after his Fusion with the magic bottle, contains the Law fragments derived from devouring and refining the Spirit Realm Origin, and even more, contains the endless Chaos Thunder Gang Origin from the outside world!

It itself is the best "mother of gestation"!

With a thought.

Within the Chaos Thunder Pool, a mass of thunder slurry separated autonomously, naturally containing a wisp of Mo Yuan's will, as well as some Law concept of "sturdiness" and "defense" that he understood.

The thunder slurry churned, compressed, and took shape... without any external gene templates, without any catalytic demonic liquid, relying solely on the power of the Chaos Thunder Pool itself and Mo Yuan's will, it condensed in an instant into a [Thunder Gang Giant Turtle], its entire body composed of dark thunder metal, with mysterious defensive Dao patterns naturally generated on its tortoise shell!

This giant turtle floated silently out of the Thunder Pool; the energy fluctuations it emitted were stable and heavy, directly reaching the Soul Transformation Stage level!

More importantly, it has the most essential connection with Mo Yuan's consciousness and this Chaos Thunder Pool, as if it were his extended limb, absolutely loyal, and obedient like an arm directing a finger!

Success!

No need for demonic liquid; drive the Thunder Pool with will, use Laws as the foundation, and generate sequences directly!

Efficiency, potential, loyalty... all comprehensively surpassing the past!

Mo Yuan (perhaps he should be called [Immortal in a Bottle] at this moment) had the corners of his mouth, composed of thunder patterns, seem to slightly curl into a cold arc.

He slowly "opened" his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

In the left eye was a sea of Chaos Life Lightning that was constantly arising and ceasing, reenacting the recovery and growth of all things;

Inside the right eye was a deep abyss of Chaos Death Lightning, where all sounds were silent, containing ultimate annihilation and return to nothingness.

Life and death, creation and destruction, achieved a perfect, supreme unity in his eyes.

His gaze penetrated the barriers of the magic bottle, penetrated the endless thunderstorms, as if he saw the Mo Land Spirit Territory, saw The Three Daughters struggling to hold on, saw the covetous Spirit Realm powerhouses, and even saw the Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao will that was constantly condensing in the dark, about to descend the most terrifying Heavenly Punishment upon him.

"The old sequence shall end, a new heaven shall be established."

A grand, cold, yet supreme authoritative thought, like the newly born Universe Law, resounded throughout the Chaos Thunder Pool.

"From now on, I am..."

"Immortal in a Bottle, Master of the Thunder Pool, Source of sequences."

[Chaos Bottle Spirit], thus finally completed.

No longer Mo Yuan, nor merely the spirit of the magic bottle, but after the Fusion and sublimation of the two, a... higher-level existence born in this desperate dead land.

He slowly raised his arm composed of lightning; the Chaos Thunder Pool boiled along with it, countless newborn, diverse sequence creatures looming within it, waiting silently for the creator's instructions.

A new era, accompanied by the roar of the eternal thunderstorms at the edge of the Spirit Realm, quietly began.

And the first clap of thunder was about to strike the seemingly unshakable old sky.