The Primordial Sovereign of Chaos

The world shattered around Jiang Chen.

One moment, he stood within the obsidian and gold temple, the echoes of a forgotten past pressing against his soul. The next—reality collapsed, dissolving into swirling golden fragments of Chaos.

The throne, the temple, the ancient figure—they all vanished.

And Jiang Chen was falling again.

Darkness stretched endlessly before him, yet he did not panic. This was different from before. There was no fear, no loss of control.

Because this time—

He ruled the chaos.

Jiang Chen extended his hand, and the void responded. A pulse of golden-black energy rippled outward, bending the swirling abyss to his will. Force Intent surged through his limbs, turning his descent into a controlled motion.

His mind sharpened. He could feel it now.

The Chaos Seed was not just a power source—it was an anchor to something far greater.

Something alive.

As he focused, the darkness around him stabilized, forming a vast, starry expanse.

And then, from the infinite void, a voice emerged.

"You are not the first to stand at the gates of sovereignty… but will you be the last?"

Jiang Chen's heartbeat slowed. The voice was neither threatening nor kind. It was simply there, a force as undeniable as time itself.

His feet touched solid ground—yet there was no ground to be seen. He stood upon nothingness, surrounded by a spiraling vortex of cosmic storms and golden runes.

Before him, a great stone obelisk floated in the void.

It pulsed with chaotic inscriptions, ancient and unreadable, yet Jiang Chen understood them instinctively.

This was no ordinary relic.

This was a test.

Without hesitation, Jiang Chen stepped forward.

As he did, the obelisk shuddered, and an overwhelming force crashed down upon him.

BOOM!

A hurricane of pure Chaos Energy slammed into his body, tearing through his flesh, bones, and meridians. His veins ignited, sending white-hot pain through his limbs as his Chaos Core tried to devour the energy—but it was too much.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth.

This was not an attack.

This was refinement.

He was being tempered, every fiber of his being forced to adapt to an even higher level of chaos.

The obelisk flared, and new symbols burned into its surface.

"Chaos is not merely destruction… Chaos is transformation."

Jiang Chen felt it.

His body was shedding its mortal fragility. His meridians stretched, his bones condensed, his blood thickened with raw energy.

Then—the real trial began.

The void split open, and from it stepped a figure.

It was Jiang Chen.

Or rather—what he could become.

A version of himself, wreathed in shifting Chaos Energy, golden-black eyes gleaming with raw sovereignty. His very presence warped the air around him, bending space with every step.

"You wish to claim the power of a Sovereign?" the phantom intoned. "Then fight for it."

Jiang Chen smirked.

"I don't fight for power," he murmured, spinning his spear into position. "I take it."

The Chaos Phantom struck first.

In a blur of movement, it crossed the void in an instant, its spear flashing forward with absolute precision.

Jiang Chen twisted to the side, barely avoiding a strike that could have obliterated mountains. A ripple of space followed the attack, leaving a trail of devastation where the spear had cut through the fabric of reality.

His pulse quickened.

This wasn't just a battle of strength.

This was a battle against his own potential.

He retaliated.

His spear surged with Force Intent, and he thrust forward, unleashing a shockwave that tore apart the surrounding space. The Phantom countered effortlessly, absorbing the attack and redirecting the force back at Jiang Chen.

BOOM!

The impact sent him flying, his bones rattling from the sheer force of his own attack turned against him.

Jiang Chen skidded to a halt, exhaling sharply.

He had to think differently.

He wasn't just fighting his power.

He was fighting his limits.

A realization clicked into place.

Chaos was not meant to be controlled. It was meant to be embraced.

His stance shifted. Instead of resisting the force, he let it flow through him.

When the Phantom struck again, Jiang Chen didn't dodge—he absorbed the impact.

His Chaos Core devoured the energy of the attack, amplifying it, and—

He redirected it.

A blast of golden-black force exploded from his palm, catching the Phantom off guard.

For the first time, it staggered.

Jiang Chen's grin widened. "Got you."

The battle raged for what felt like eternity, each clash shattering the laws of reality.

Each time Jiang Chen was struck down, he rose stronger.

Each time the Phantom overpowered him, he adapted.

Then, in one final exchange—

Jiang Chen let go of control completely.

He became one with the chaos.

The Chaos Core in his chest pulsed violently, and his power erupted outward.

BOOM!

His spear, now fully infused with his Sovereign Intent, shattered the Phantom's weapon with a single strike.

The Phantom's form flickered, its golden eyes dimming.

And then—it kneeled.

Jiang Chen stood over his defeated self, breathing heavily.

The trial was over.

He had won.

The Obelisk flared once more.

And this time, its message was clear:

"You are no longer bound by fate. You are now a Sovereign of Chaos."

The world shifted, and Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

He was no longer in the void.

He was back in the Chaos Seed Realm.

But everything felt different.

He could see it now—the very fabric of energy itself, flowing through the world.

He could feel every ripple in the air, every shift in force, every invisible connection between all things.

He clenched his fists, and the space around them fractured.

His Chaos Core was no longer a mere power source.

It was an extension of his will.

With just a thought, he could bend energy, distort reality, and command the very laws of existence.

Jiang Chen exhaled slowly, his golden-black eyes shining in the dim twilight of the realm.

His journey was far from over.

But now—

Now, he had become something far greater than just a cultivator.

He was a Sovereign of Chaos.

And the world would soon learn what that truly meant.