After steadying his breathing, Lucas turned to the second letter. The handwriting was familiar—firm, confident, and unwavering. As he unfolded it, the weight of its words began pressing on his soul.
"Looks like you've chosen to walk this path. Before we begin, remember one truth, Lucas: as long as you are powerful, nothing in this world can stop you. Money, people, and even status—they all kneel before strength. But never forget: strength not earned is strength easily lost. What is given without effort will crumble when tested. True power must be forged, not found."
These words echoed in his mind like thunder. It wasn't just advice—it was a doctrine. A lifelong principle passed down from someone who had seen the cruelty of the world and survived it. Lucas felt the fire of purpose ignite within him.
Below the message was a detailed explanation of the three mysterious items in front of him. The first—and most important—was a book titled "Chaos Arts."
The letter explained that this book was more than just a cultivation manual—it was a treasure that entire sects would go to war over. One of the reason his grandfather had been betrayed and nearly killed.
The Chaos Arts was a legendary cultivation technique, revered because it allowed the user to cultivate body, qi, and soul simultaneously—something no other known technique in the world could do.
Not only was it a method of cultivation, but also a terrifyingly powerful battle art, capable of unleashing destruction few could withstand. Lucas eagerly turned to the first page.
There, he found the conditions to cultivate this art and awaken the legendary Chaos Body—a constitution spoken of in myths, feared by emperors, and desired by every cultivator who ever lived.
The Chaos Body wasn't just strong—it was unmatched. It granted its bearer the ability to break through realms without bottlenecks. While normal cultivators had to comprehend, struggle, and force their way into the next stage, those with the Chaos Body simply needed enough energy. No barriers. No delays. Just power.
But that ease came with a cost.
The Chaos Body required ten times more energy than usual to advance. This wasn't a drawback—it was a test. Because of this immense requirement, every breakthrough was solid, pure, and flawless. There was no wasted energy, no unstable progress.
And this was the Chaos Body's greatest trait: It forged a foundation so deep and unshakable that the bearer could fight across realms—challenging enemies far above their own cultivation level and emerging victorious.
To achieve this legendary body, three conditions had to be met:
• The Right Age: The cultivator must be between 10 and 15 years old, when the bones are still soft enough to be reshaped and reforged into the Chaos Body.
• Foundational Training: A special set of exercises must be practiced diligently. These movements draw Chaos Energy from the heavens and earth, filling the bones, muscles, skin, and meridians to lay the chaotic foundation.
• The Chaos Elixir: A rare medicine crafted from ancient herbs and heavenly resources. It stabilizes the gathered energy and transforms the body from within.
But there was one final secret—the world could only allow one Chaos Body at a time.
Once someone succeeded in cultivating the Chaos Body, the book would disappear, and its knowledge would fuse with their soul. No one else could read or hear it. Even if they tried to teach it, their voice would distort into painful, incomprehensible sounds.
Only upon their death would the Chaos Arts reappear, waiting for the next destined inheritor.
Lucas now understood. His grandfather hadn't just protected the book—he had prepared him for it.
The exercises, the strange medicines—he had begun them when Lucas was just six. And now, reading through the Chaos Arts, Lucas realized something incredible:
He had already completed two of the three requirements.
All that remained was the final step: to condense the Chaos Energy into a core within his body. This core would become his source of power, his internal sun—and the final step to awaken the Chaos Body.
With heart pounding and eyes blazing, Lucas knew the path ahead was not one of mere discovery—it was a journey of transformation.
Every moment, every decision, and every drop of effort had led him here. And as he looked at the mysterious book, he understood one thing with certainty: the legacy of chaos had chosen him.
The fire of purpose burned brighter in his chest, a fire that would never be extinguished. The true test had only just begun.