Chapter 92: The Evangelism of Chaos—Each Finds Their Own Fate
"I see."
The demon gods were enraptured. Some, with exceptional comprehension, grasped the essence instantly. Gu Chuan's words unraveled the true nature of cultivation—leading from the surface to the profound, from simplicity to depth, from the mundane to the fundamental truth.
His teachings illuminated the hidden mysteries within the bodies of the chaos demon gods. The breath of chaos must be guided not through the mouth or nose like mortals, but through the very pores of the body—allowing the self to merge with the boundless flow of primordial energy. This was the way of true cultivation, far surpassing the crude methods used before.
But how could an ordinary demon god command such mastery? The answer lay not in force, but in resonance—with the Source of Chaos itself. Only when body, mind, and soul became one with the eternal void could the breath of chaos flow naturally.
"This is incredible... If I had known earlier that I could refine chaos in this way, how could my strength remain so stagnant? How much time have I wasted?"
One demon god wept bitterly, realizing that its past efforts had been mere child's play, its cultivation inefficient and clumsy. If only it had grasped this truth before, it would never have remained weak, bullied by stronger demon gods.
"Spiritual roots, like a clear lake, must be nourished over time. The Dantian, vast as an ocean, must be filled drop by drop. The essence of life, though fragile, may yet be tempered into eternity..."
A leopard-like demon god lay upon the ground, its mind alight with understanding. It realized that the chaotic energy it had long consumed had been wasted, scattered and repelled before its body could claim it.
But now, the path was clear. The Dantian Qi Sea, the Consciousness Sea, the Chaos Acupoints—all these sacred chambers within the body could serve as vessels for storing and refining chaotic energy. What was once fleeting could now be preserved, allowing strength to accumulate without end.