Chaos Heavenly Evolution Scripture

Chapter 4: The Chaos Evolution Art

The instant the Chaos Cauldron fell into his dantian, Xu Qingxuan felt as if a meteor had smashed into his lower abdomen.

His already withered sea of qi suddenly shook.

The poison of the Meridian-Corroding Powder entrenched within his meridians.

The icy miasma from the Demon Abyss that had seeped into his body.

All of it was stirred by that small cauldron and madly dragged back toward his dantian.

“Is it devouring them?”

Enduring the severe pain, Xu Qingxuan sank his divine sense into his body.

He saw the palm-sized black cauldron suspended at the center of his sea of qi.

The mouth of the cauldron opened on its own without wind, like a bottomless well that could never be satisfied.

Poison, baleful energy, miasma, and the remnants of blood essence—as long as it was energy, all of it was swept into the cauldron.

The ancient patterns on the cauldron’s walls lit up, ring after ring, with a dim and mysterious glow.

In the next instant, a wisp of gray-white gas drifted out from the cauldron.

That gas was as warm as spring.

Yet wherever it passed, the black marks left behind by the Meridian-Corroding Powder dissolved rapidly, like thin snow exposed to the blazing sun.

His severed meridians began to reconnect.

His dried-up acupoints also recovered their vitality bit by bit.

Xu Qingxuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, but the shock in his eyes only deepened.

In his previous life, he had roamed the vast worlds and seen countless imperial weapons and divine objects.

But not a single one of them had been as wondrous as the Chaos Cauldron.

It could take deadly poison and bone-corroding miasma and refine them, in turn, into life-sustaining vitality.

“No wonder so many people fought to seize you back then…”

The gas within the cauldron continued to flow.

The process of repairing his meridians was far from as gentle as it appeared on the surface.

Every wisp of gray-white gas that passed through his meridians felt like a fine blade scraping back and forth through his flesh and blood.

It stripped away the poison little by little, then reforged the newly born meridians until they became firm once more.

Cold sweat soon seeped from Xu Qingxuan’s forehead.

Yet he did not make a single sound.

Compared to the life-and-death ordeals of shattered bones and torn souls in his previous life, this bit of pain was not enough to crush him.

After an unknown amount of time, the tremors in his dantian finally began to subside.

And that small cauldron, as if it had truly recognized him as its master, hovered steadily at the very center of his dantian’s sea of qi.

The instant the cauldron’s legs settled into place, an ancient will—so old it felt almost boundless—suddenly emerged from deep within the cauldron.

It was not a voice.

It was more like a scripture sealed in dust for endless ages, slowly having its first page turned open.

Xu Qingxuan’s heart tightened. He immediately reached out with his divine soul to touch that will.

“Buzz!”

The patterns on the cauldron’s walls lit up one by one.

Those primordial inscriptions, once obscure and impossible to decipher, actually followed his divine soul and branded themselves bit by bit into his sea of consciousness.

At the same time, the golden sword lotus within his soul sea also trembled gently.

A strand of clear sword intent descended from above and merged with the ancient will surging out of the cauldron.

Only then did those fragmented and chaotic words finally connect into a complete chapter within his mind.

“Chaos as the furnace, myriad qi returning to one.”

“Use the body as the cauldron, the meridians as patterns, and the spirit to guide the Dao…”

Xu Qingxuan murmured the opening two lines, and his heart gave a violent thump.

He already understood that this was no ordinary cultivation technique.

It did not care whether spiritual qi was pure.

Nor did it fear whether the miasma of the Demon Abyss was mixed and impure.

As long as it was energy that existed between heaven and earth, it could first be drawn into the cauldron, then have its impurities refined away by the cauldron, and finally be returned to a wisp of the most fundamental Chaos True Qi.

The scripture continued to unfold.

Its name was the **Chaos Evolution Art**.

When those four words settled in his heart, Xu Qingxuan inexplicably felt a faint trance.

It was as though, in some extremely distant and ancient place, he had once seen this scripture before.

But that memory was hidden behind the fog of reincarnation, impossible to make out clearly no matter how hard he tried.

He did not force himself to pursue it.

Right now, the most important thing was still to survive.

Xu Qingxuan quickly sorted through the cultivation system of this world.

After Body Tempering came Qi Refining.

Only after reaching the perfection of Qi Refining could one truly step into the Martial Warrior realm.

Above that, there were Martial Generals, Martial Masters, Spirit Sea, Origin Embryo…

The titles were different from those of his previous life, but in essence, cultivation was still the same layered progression of absorbing spiritual energy, nurturing meridians, strengthening bones, condensing the spirit, and comprehending the Dao.

And the most terrifying aspect of the **Chaos Evolution Art** was that it did not follow the existing path.

It first refined myriad qi into one, then used that “one” to reverse-deduce the various realms.

If mastered, the purity and resilience of the true qi within his body would far surpass others of the same level.

More importantly, it could repair this body that had long been riddled with damage.

To his current self, that was more important than any divine weapon.

At that thought, Xu Qingxuan no longer hesitated.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, his five fingers slightly curled, his palms loosely cupped before his abdomen.

His divine soul sank into his dantian.

The mental cultivation method began to circulate slowly.

In an instant, the surrounding qi of heaven and earth seemed to answer a summons.

The drifting miasma deep within the Demon Abyss.

The earth baleful energy dormant within the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

The spiritual qi in the air—thin, yet still present.

Even the medicinal residue inside his body that had not yet dispersed was all pulled over by the Chaos Cauldron.

If an ordinary cultivator dared to absorb such mixed and impure qi, their meridians would rupture in an instant.

But the Chaos Cauldron merely trembled.

All the incoming energy first sank into the cauldron.

The ancient patterns on its walls slowly revolved, like a silent millstone.

Impurities were ground apart.

Yin and evil energy were stripped away.

In the end, only wisps of gray-white intertwined airflow slowly drifted out from the cauldron’s mouth.

Following the guidance of the scripture, Xu Qingxuan led that airflow through his meridian cycle.

The first circulation hurt as if steel needles were piercing through his entire body.

By the second circulation, the stagnant feeling in his meridians had clearly lessened.

When the third circulation was complete, a trace of power that truly belonged to him finally appeared within his dantian.

It was not ordinary spiritual power.

Nor was it the imperial Dao true essence he had been familiar with in his previous life.

It was a wisp of Chaos True Qi, quietly suspended yet astonishingly condensed.

It was only as thin as a strand of hair.

Yet it caused his entire empty sea of qi to show signs of circulating again for the first time.

Xu Qingxuan opened his eyes, and a sharp gleam flashed through their depths before vanishing.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Although there was still no great, surging strength between his palm and fingers, he was no longer in that dying state where he seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

What delighted him even more was that most of the poison damage in his meridians had already been cleared away.

Even the burning pain in his chest and abdomen had faded until only a faint trace remained.

“What an extraordinary **Chaos Evolution Art**.”

Xu Qingxuan looked up toward the narrow rift of sky above the Demon Abyss and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Within that breath were poisonous blood, miasmic intent, and the humiliation of having been trampled into the mud.

Now, he expelled them all together.

In just a short while, his cultivation had returned to the middle stage of the Qi Refining realm.

It did not seem high.

But this was only the beginning.

As long as he had the Chaos Cauldron, and as long as he had the **Chaos Evolution Art**, this Demon Abyss—a place that others feared even to speak of—was no longer merely a land of death to him.

It was a ready-made cultivation ground.

Xu Qingxuan gathered his mind and closed his eyes once more.

The Chaos Cauldron slowly revolved within his dantian.

The newly born Chaos True Qi moved bit by bit along his meridians, continuing to polish and repair the remaining hidden injuries.

He did not rush to break through to a higher realm in one breath.

The experience of his previous life told him that on the path of cultivation anew, speed was not important. Stability was the foundation.

First, he had to rebuild his foundation.

Then he would pick up the body-tempering method that had been left idle in his soul sea for an entire lifetime.

In this life, what he wanted to cultivate was not only his realm.

It was also a physical body strong enough to carry all his ambition and killing intent.

The yin wind of the Demon Abyss wailed as it swept through the cliff valley.

Xu Qingxuan sat cross-legged atop the bluestone, completely motionless.

Only the Chaos Cauldron within his dantian emitted an extremely faint, steady hum in the darkness.

As if it were lighting up the path of this life for him anew.