The Strongest Body Customization System
Chapter 115: The Chaos Sea

Chapter 115: The Chaos Sea

The silence after the Chaos God’s end was unnatural.

There was no cheer. No music. No light of celebration.

Only... stillness.

Ian opened his eyes.

All around him was grey. Not ash, not mist, just endless, colorless space. The skies were not mending. The ruins of the Eighteen Universes were not rebuilt.

They were gone.

No sound.

No Divine Ki.

No connection.

No Barseagle. No Grand Elder. No Damon.

Ian took a step. It echoed, not on stone, but in the void itself. His golden eyes narrowed. He tried to sense the flow of Divine Ki... but there was none.

His realm ring, empty.

His jade slip, silent.

Even the World Compass inside his divine soul, gifted by the Grand Elder, showed nothing. No stars. No realms. Just an empty map.

He was truly alone.

But Ian was not the kind to panic.

Instead, he sat down, cross-legged, and focused.

First, he calmed his breathing.

Then, he began circulating his Divine Ki, but carefully. Not to cultivate, but to scan. To test how the world responded.

Nothing moved.

Not space.

Not time.

Not even the tiniest law.

It was like this realm didn’t follow any known divine rule.

His brows furrowed.

"This is not a void realm," he muttered. "It’s not destruction. It’s... absence."

He stood again. Slowly, he walked through the empty plane. He counted his steps. He used his Divine Soul to mark every moment, every direction, every layer of reality he passed through.

After what felt like a hundred days, he found it.

A ripple.

Small.

Weak.

But it was not natural.

It was made.

He reached out.

His fingers passed through an invisible wall.

Behind it, a door appeared.

A door with no handle. No carvings. Only a phrase etched in primordial runes:

"Only those who break the illusion may enter the Truth."

Ian’s eyes gleamed.

"The illusion... the Chaos God’s illusion?"

He pressed his palm forward.

His Divine Ki flared, not in force, but in intent. A technique Damon taught him. Intent carves reality.

With a whisper, he spoke: "I broke it."

The door opened.

Inside, the world changed.

A sea.

A massive, ever-shifting ocean of endless color and chaos, stretching beyond imagination.

The Chaos Sea.

The true one.

Not the corrupted version Suelo once used.

This was its source.

It’s beginning.

It’s true.

But Ian knew he was not yet ready.

He sat again, this time by the edge of the sea.

And he began to meditate.

Not to grow stronger.

But to understand.

To feel.

To learn what this sea truly was.

His Divine Ki spread like threads across the waters.

Days passed. Or years. Time didn’t flow here in the same way.

But Ian remained unmoving.

He observed the tides of reality and chaos blending.

He watched how energy here obeyed will, not rules.

He learned how to listen, truly listen, to the Sea.

And finally, it answered.

Not in words. But in Revelation.

He saw the beginning of the universe.

The birth of the Divine Ki.

The split of realms from the Chaos Sea itself.

And he saw one truth.

He was no longer just a part of the Eighteen Universes.

He had surpassed them.

His existence had become something else, something higher.

He stood.

His eyes now no longer just gold, but burning with the color of Chaos itself.

"I understand now," he said softly.

He stepped forward, and the sea welcomed him.

He didn’t sink.

He rose.

As he walked on the surface, the Sea lifted him, layer by layer, until the sky of this place cracked.

And a gate opened.

Okay, so here’s the thing.

When Ian stepped through the gate above the Chaos Sea, he expected something big. Like, I don’t know, endless stars, ancient beasts, maybe a massive war between celestial dragons or whatever. Instead?

He landed in a city.

A normal-looking city.

Well, not totally normal. The buildings were clearly built for cultivators, floaty platforms, gravity-defying pagodas, giant crystal spires. You get the picture. Cultivator vibes all over. But still, it had streets. Shops. People walking around like it was just another Tuesday.

And the weirdest part?

He felt... nothing.

Not like, numb or anything. But when he tried to unleash a bit of his power, just a little flicker of Divine Ki, it was like tossing a drop of water at a wall made of titanium. Nothing happened. Literally nothing. He tried again, a tiny pulse. Not even a spark.

Then he walked up to one of the small buildings and tapped it. Felt like he was hitting a mountain.

That’s when it hit him.

It wasn’t that he’d gotten weaker.

It’s that everything around him had gotten way stronger.

The matter here was dense. The laws of physics? Solid as hell. Like someone had cranked the universe’s settings to "hard mode." And Divine Ki? Barely moved unless he really focused.

He ran a few tests, spread out his senses, analyzed the cultivators walking past him. At first, he thought he was at the bottom of the ladder again.

But nah.

That wasn’t it.

In fact... after watching a few scuffles, overhearing some street duels, and scanning deeper...

He realized something.

He was the strongest person in the entire city.

No one could even touch his Divine Soul, let alone his base body. Most of them hadn’t even reached Divine Ascension. A few were flirting with Origin Level. One old guy had Chaos sparks around his aura, but even he didn’t notice Ian at all.

And yet... Ian couldn’t even break a damn brick wall.

So yeah. Kinda humbling.

He walked for a while, thinking. Thinking hard.

This place wasn’t like the Eighteen Universes.

This wasn’t about blasting through problems.

This was about adapting.

And so, Ian made a choice.

A crazy one, honestly.

He sat down near a silent lake at the edge of the city. It was a quiet place, one of those peaceful cultivation spots where the wind never changed, and the sky always looked like dawn.

And there, he started burning everything.

Every last ounce of biomass. All 20 billion units. Gone.

His body began to glow, like he was turning inside-out.

His Divine Ki? Gone, too.

He converted it. Slowly. Carefully. Into Chaos Qi.

It wasn’t easy. It was painful, like rewriting the code of his own soul. His blood boiled. His flesh turned to light and mist and back again. His Arch Angel bloodline cracked apart, wings shattering like glass.

And then?

Something new emerged.

The Arch Angel Bloodline turned dark, not in a bad way, but in a way that felt real. No more divine glow. No more holy flame. Just raw, untamed Chaos. But controlled.

Ordered chaos.

He wasn’t just an Archangel anymore.

He was...

A Chaos Angel.

His eyes opened, darker now, but deeper. The world felt lighter. Not because it was weaker, but because he had caught up.

No biomass left. No fallback.

But he didn’t need any.

Now?

Now he could move to this city, without drawing anyone’s attention.

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