Lex stood in front of the broken sword. This sword was a Dao weapon, meaning it contained a Dao.
The "spirit will" of such weapons allows one to comprehend the Dao they are made from or the Dao they are naturally born with.
Some powerful weapons are nourished in the Voidsea, and they possess a Dao at the moment of their inception. The longer a weapon is nurtured in the Voidsea, the higher the stage of Dao it will contains.
If a weapon or other treasures, such as chaotic herbs, are not found by someone before they reach their Dao's peak, they can become a chaotic living weapon or a chaotic living plant.
Lex scanned it for several times, he felt a more powerful and complex truth than his Origin Law; "Is this the Dao of sword." he thought.
Dao
"What Is Dao?" Lex asked this question himself, standing at the precipice of understanding, gazing into the vast unknown.
Through Crolis's memories, Lex had seen how others perceived Dao—not just Crolis himself but entire civilizations, great and small, countless beings, each chasing after the same elusive truth.
To them, Dao was freedom—an escape from their universe's constraints, the cycle that bound them, and the cage that imprisoned them.
But what they failed to realize, or perhaps refused to acknowledge, was this simple truth: They were only escaping into another circle.
A planet is a circle—a cage; a galaxy is a circle, a larger cage. A universe is but another circle, grander yet still bound.
They ran, seeking escape. But all they found was another prison, a grander illusion of freedom. For no matter how far they traveled, how high they ascended—They had never truly left the circle.
What, then, is Dao? Through Crolis's memory, he saw his mentor preaching about Dao: "Dao is a question without an answer; a path without an end, a cycle, ever turning, ever consuming, ever deceiving those who chase after it."
But Lex's Dao(path) was different; most of these Dao seekers are escaping from the circle, but he was the circle making him already stand in a unique position.
From Cloris's memory, he found most universes have a lifespan, which changed his ambition and goal fundamentally. He was enlightened; his previous goal in his last life was to have a wife and children, but that was just a mortal goal; his next goal was to govern his universe and give it his best effort, but now his goal has changed.
He found a goal that would never change, and that was,
To Hold Eternity in His Hands
Sitting cross-legged once more, he pondered, "What is existence?" After a period of deep reflection, he replied to himself as if he were speaking to another version of himself: "It is a fleeting flicker in the abyss, a name that echoes for a time, only to fade into silence."
"Then what is power?"
"A fleeting moment of control before the tides of fate wash it away." Lex, unknowingly, entered a state of Dao enlightenment.
This state occurs when one discovers their true path, or Dao. After achieving Dao enlightenment, one can progress to the realm of Dao initiate.
The Enlightenment continued, "What is immortality?" he asked himself, and then another voice answered, "A delay of the inevitable—a lingering shadow waiting for the light to vanish."
At the moment of enlightenment, the universe trembled slightly, and Lex immediately controlled it. The only ones who noticed it were the primordials, and even then, the trembling was quick, but they could feel their laws strengthened.
Lex continued his enlightenment, and after thirty-three days, Lex found his Dao. His goal
Eternity
Lex spoke to himself, "Eternity is different. It does not wane. It does not kneel. It does not beg the passage of time for mercy. Eternity commands."
Lex had died once so he knew what it meant to vanish, fade, and be erased. He had felt the cruelest truth, that even if a name is spoken for millennia, even if a legacy spans the ages, One day, it will be gone.
Even the greatest civilizations crumble, even the strongest beings fall, and even the Voidsea, vast and endless, might be part of a greater cycle. For if something can end, then it is never truly eternal.
The Dao seekers believed that by escaping the universe, they had freed themselves. But they had only entered a larger cage.
Beyond the universe was the Voidsea—where countless universes drifted, where laws shattered, where even the most powerful were mere currents in an infinite ocean.
But even the Voidsea is not eternal.
Even it will one day decay, collapse, or be consumed by something greater.
Lex did not seek immortality; that was merely the rejection of death. He did not seek dominion—that was simply a higher form of control.
He sought something greater. If the Voidsea were the greatest force, then he would devour it and become the new Voidsea. And if there were a force beyond even that, he would devour that too.
Not out of hunger. Not out of greed. But because so long as something exists above him, he is not yet eternal.
And what does it mean to exist beyond fate? It was not just to live forever but to ensure that nothing, not time, not decay, not entropy, or the unknown, could ever erase him.
It means to hold eternity in his hands. To be the last truth when all others fade. To be unchallenged, unshaken, undying—not just in body, but in existence itself.
He was once human, but now he was a universe. He was once mortal, but now he had no natural death. Yet that was not enough.
He does not seek to endure anymore; He seeks to be the one who decides what endures.
Not just to outlive all things but to be the very thing that decides what is real and what is forgotten. Not to survive the end But to be the force that determines whether an end ever comes.
"My Dao is to be the one who decides what exists and what does not. And until I reach that point, I will devour everything that dares to stand above me."
Eternity is a force beyond Dao, fate, and the Voidsea itself. His hands rested on his knees, yet he felt the weight of something unseen settle within his grasp.
"And I will hold it in my hands." He declared.
If the Voidsea could not hold him, he would devour it. And if something greater still loomed beyond, then he would become it.
He was the universe, but the universe alone was not enough. Not until it held eternity. Not until HE held eternity. And until that day comes, he will walk forward, devouring all that dares to stop him from reaching His goal.
Lex's body trembled an unfamiliar sensation for a being that had long transcended mortal limitations. It was as if something within him was incomplete, a piece of himself that had yet to take form.
Then, clarity struck.
It was time.
The moment every Dao seeker faced when stepping beyond the constraints of the universe. The initiation.
To become a Dao Initiate.
No being could step into the Voidsea unchanged. No matter how powerful, no matter how absolute their will within their own universe, the rules of the Voidsea were completely different.
The universe was a cradle, a structured existence with laws that shielded its inhabitants. But the Voidsea?
It was pure chaos.
A boundless abyss where reality unraveled and reformed at every breath. Where laws shattered and stitched themselves anew with every passing moment.
The very space between universes was filled with chaotic energy, that grey matter he had once witnessed seeping into his domain.
Lex understood now that energy wasn't merely some foreign contamination. It was the essence of the Voidsea itself. And for one to survive in the Voidsea, they had to become something that could withstand it.
And that was to become, a Chaotic Creature.
The transformation was inevitable for all who walked the Dao, for only those who embraced chaos could endure the Voidsea's infinite storms.
The method was simple yet terrifying: one must introduce chaotic energy into one's body and let it reshape one.
This was not a mere evolution. It was a complete redefinition of existence.
Everything would be broken down and reconstructed into a form capable of enduring the Voidsea's relentless tides: the body, the soul, and the laws ingrained in one's being.
But the process was not without risk.
For countless Dao initiates, this was where their path ended. Many were torn apart, unable to withstand the corrosive force of the transformation.
Their existence would fracture, their very essence dissolving into the Voidsea, lost forever.
Even those who once ruled their universes as gods had perished in the attempt. And now, Lex wants take that step. His body trembled once more, but this time, not from uncertainty.
Lex sat cross-legged in the infinite depths of his Soul Sea, his consciousness drifting between thought and decision.
"I have reached the precipice of something irreversible, something that would redefine m very existence. But which level of chaotic body should I go for?" Lex asked himself.
It was a simple question, but the weight of it pressed against his very being.
Extreme Chaotic Body?
For most, it was the pinnacle, the absolute goal. Those who attained it were already considered unparalleled, their chaotic energy reserves vast, their very presence warping the Voidsea itself.
But Lex immediately dismissed the thought. Extreme? Was that truly the limit? "If I want eternity, then I should not settle for mediocrity, I should always strive for the best."
If any creature of the Voidsea were to hear these words, they will slap him to death saying "Idiot! Do you have any idea how many have perished trying to force a transformation beyond the Extreme Chaotic Body? You dare to call it mediocre?"
Yet, Lex did not waver. He knew the dangers. He knew that countless beings had sought more and had been devoured by their own ambition. But he was not them.
They were bound by limitations—by the fear of failure, by the constraints of their existence. But Lex was the universe itself.
The knowledge he had gained from Crolis's memories was vast, detailing the transformation into a chaotic being, the risks, the failures, the absolute limits of what was achievable.
But now he saw the flaw in that knowledge.
It did not apply to him.
His true body was not flesh, nor blood, nor something shaped by cosmic laws. It was a universe—an ever-expanding, ever-adapting cosmos. The constraints that had governed others did not bind him.
So what use was the wisdom of those who had walked this path before? Lex did not need to settle for what had been done he thought to himself "A chaotic body… but is that even the right path for me?"
"I am not bound by the universe's constraints. My body is not matter, nor flesh, nor law—it is the universe itself. Chaos is merely another force, another law, another constraint."
"If Dao Seekers require a Chaotic Body to endure the Voidsea, then are they not still bound? Have they not merely traded one prison for another?"
"I do not need to endure the Voidsea."
"I will make the Voidsea endure me"
"Why should I follow the path carved by those who were afraid of destruction? If no one has ever reached the Unknown Chaotic Body, then perhaps it is because they were too bound by what they already knew."
"But I am not them."
He would step into the unknown. If the Unknown Chaotic Body was only speculation, if no one had ever achieved it—then he would be the first.
The universe does not ask permission to exist and he does not. And so, he would forge a path that no other had ever dared to walk.
From the Crolis's memory, Chaotic bodies were divided into four categories, meaning that not all chaotic bodies are equal.
The level of transformation defines one's power, endurance, and potential in the vast, lawless Voidsea. The weakest chaotic body is the Partial Chaotic Body.
This is the lowest form of chaotic transformation, where only a part of the body undergoes mutation. This occurs for several reasons, one of which is that the individual cannot endure the full transformation, risking annihilation if they push further.
The second reason is that they seek to return to their home universe, as chaotic energy is naturally expelled from other universes.
A fully chaotic being cannot exist inside a normal universe without severe repercussions. Another reason is that they chose adaptability over complete integration with the Voidsea.
The second level of the chaotic body is, Normal Chaotic Body; a being with a Normal Chaotic Body has completely shed their previous form and fully embraced the chaos, making them a true Chaotic Creature as they no longer belong to the universe.
They can withstand chaotic storms, the violent, law-devouring anomalies that consume weaker beings as if these storms were a breeze.
This is the standard among Voidsea wanderers, those who have severed all ties to their home and chosen to walk the infinite path.
The third level is Greater chaotic body, to get this body one needs to fully integrate their body with the Voidsea. This Greater Chaotic Body surpasses natural chaotic creatures, embodying more chaos than even those born from it.
Their regenerative ability is several times greater than that of a Normal Chaotic Body.
Those with Greater Chaotic Bodies are feared even among Dao Seekers, as their mere existence brings instability to the Void.
The fourth level is Extreme Chaotic Body. The Extreme Chaotic Body is the rarest known form of transformation, allowing the individual to produce Chaos Energy, a lesser variant of true Chaotic Energy.
Their energy reserves are ten times that of a normal chaotic creature. Most creatures seek this form, as it grants an unmatched advantage in survival and combat.
Few ever achieve this level. Most who attempt to force the transformation into an Extreme Chaotic Body fail, their forms dissolving into the Voidsea as they lose control over the chaos within them.
The last is the The Unknown Chaotic Body.
Unlike the Extreme Chaotic Body, which generates Chaos Energy, it is said that the Unknown Chaotic Body can generate pure Chaotic Energy itself.
If such a body were to ever exists, it would defy all known limits. Some believe it is merely a legend. Others say that if such a being were ever to appear, it would either become the Voidsea's ruler—or its end.
"The Unknown Chaotic Body… does it truly exist? If so, why was there no record of its wielders? Was it because those who attempted it had perished… or was it because those who succeeded were no longer recognizable as what they once were?"
"Perhaps they had become something greater than even the Voidsea itself. Or perhaps the Voidsea erased them to prevent the possibility of their existence." Either way, that was for him to discover