The battered Star Raft moved with difficulty through the deathly silent void outside the Reincarnation Graveyard, like an injured fish. Inside, the atmosphere was grave. Li Wuyang sat cross-legged, his face pale as paper and his aura weak. He had taken a mid-stage Quasi-Saint's blow head-on, then forcibly used a Spacetime Escape Technique beyond his limits. His Dao foundation had been shaken, his meridians damaged, and his soul was like cracked glass, in danger of shattering at the slightest misstep.
Yet there was not a trace of dejection between his brows. Instead, he possessed an utterly focused calm. His entire mind had sunk into his sea of consciousness, tightly wrapped around that warm, mysterious thread of milky-white light.
The light thread was crystalline and as fine as a hair, yet it radiated an indescribably vigorous vitality and purifying Dao resonance. It floated silently, pulsing faintly as if alive, in stark contrast to the five restless pages of the Annihilation Heavenly Tome. Gray light flowed across the fragments, permeated by Annihilation True Intent. They instinctively rejected the thread of light, yet also concealed a deep yearning and attraction toward it.
"Chaos gives birth to Myriad Laws, Annihilation returns to Yuan..." Li Wuyang silently recited the Dao formula and carefully drew forth a barely perceptible strand of Chaos Dao Origin, using it like the nimblest finger to gently touch the light thread.
Buzz—!
The light thread trembled faintly. A cool, gentle yet vast torrent of intent, like a stream formed by melting snow in early spring, slowly flowed into Li Wuyang's heart. There were no distinct words or images, only a Dao inheritance that pointed directly to the origin!
In that instant, Li Wuyang seemed to see the universe at its beginning, primordial chaos dividing, the clear rising and the turbid sinking.