Chapter 16 — The Secret Behind the Jade

It is the cemetery of all things. And also… the source of chaos. The boat quietly anchored at the edge of this chaotic nothingness. The ferryman's hoarse voice rang out: "Quy Hu's eyes, here." He pointed to the deepest part of the chaotic void. There, a giant ash-gray ball floated, rotating slowly in mid-air. The surface of the sphere was covered with reflections of shattered planets and continents, countless chaotic auras like tentacles constantly twisted around it. A primordial chaotic aura, difficult to describe in words, as if coming from the beginning of time, radiated from that gray sphere. The Tram Uyen jade pendant on my chest vibrated violently! Hot like never before! A vast, excited stream of will, like a child who has just returned from home, awakened strongly! "Finally... back." Tram Uyen's voice was no longer a vague idea, but rang out clearly in my head! Clear, low, full of supreme majesty, but with a hint of fatigue and sadness that is hard to detect. Whoosh——! The jade pendant radiated a dazzling chaotic radiance that had never been seen before! In that light, a shadowy figure gradually condensed. It is the silhouette of a man. Tall and proud. Wearing a pure black royal robe, the robe is embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, and the image of the chaos of origin. Her black hair was long and loose, her face was vaguely covered by chaotic gas, only her eyes were clear - as deep as the ancient starry sky, each time they opened and closed, it was as if the entire universe was born and died, the galaxy moving inside. Vast, ancient, majestic. Just the aura emitted from that phantom caused the entire chaotic void to shake! The ferryman had long bowed respectfully at the bow of the boat. Tram Uyen's illusory image stood firmly at the head of the boat, his eyes piercing through the void, falling into that giant gray ball - the "Eye of Quy Hu". "Tham Vi." The low and majestic voice called my name. I looked at that majestic back, emotions welling up in my heart. "Tram Uyen..." "This place is my old land, Chaos Nguyen Tri." He slowly said, "I need to return to the origin and recreate the Emperor's body. This process will be long... and dangerous." He turned around, his eyes looking straight at me as if containing the whole universe. Those eyes seemed to penetrate through my whole body, seeing through to the very soul. "Are you... willing to wait here?" The voice still carried heavenly power, but I heard... a soft question? I looked at his shadowy image, then looked at that chaotic, desolate yet magnificent cemetery. Wait what? How long? Ten years? Hundred years? Thousand years? Or… forever? But I didn't hesitate. I nodded. "Yes." Tram Uyen's virtual image nodded slightly. "Good." He didn't say anything more. The whole figure turned into a giant stream of chaos, like a big dragon returning to its nest, screaming and rushing towards "Eye of the Void"! Boom ——!!! The chaotic stream collided with the gray sphere! The whole "Eye Quy Hu" was violently shaken! Countless chaotic gases swirled wildly! The broken pieces of the planet rotated so fast that it was dazzling! An even more ancient, more primitive aura, from the Eye of Quy Hu, spread out into chaos! It's like an existence that has been sleeping for thousands of years, and is now slowly waking up. I stood on the old wooden boat, quietly looking at the scene that seemed to open the world before my eyes. On his chest, the jade pendant is still as warm as before. Just… inside, empty. I know, my "keychain" has come home. I always live on that boat. The ferryman gave me an ash-gray pearl. As long as I keep it in my mouth, I can't eat or drink, falling into a state like a turtle hibernating. Time, in this place, no longer has meaning. I sat at the head of the boat, looking into that endless, chaotic void. Look at "Tu Hu's Eyes" after Tram Uyen returned, every day

Every day… changes. It rotates slowly. It seems... also shrinking. The broken images outside became less and less, the chaotic air became more and more concentrated. Its color, also from dark gray, gradually turned into a pale golden color, like the first moment when chaos opened. Occasionally, when the flow of energy in the void surges, I can vaguely feel a vast, familiar stream of will, gently beating in the Eye of the Void. It's Tram Uyen. He is changing his skin, gradually regenerating. I just sat quietly on the bank of Quy Hu, waiting in silence. Sometimes, I remember the days of sweeping spirit animal droppings at Thanh Van Tong, remember Lao Thanh, remember the figure of the immortal as cold as the moonlight that year. But most of the time, I relax my mind. Look at the pieces of stars floating quietly, look at the chaotic air flowing like a flying dragon. It's unclear how much time has passed. One year? Ten years? Or… hundred years? That giant golden ball finally stopped rotating. It quietly floated in the center of nothingness, emitting a gentle but extremely profound chaotic light. It's like an egg is pregnant with the whole universe.