Li Wuyang felt the world spin as though he had been thrown into an endless vortex of space and time. The pull from the Primordial Stone Coffin was not a violent tearing force, but more like a summons from the Great Dao origin—gentle, yet impossible to resist. Before this power, the Chaos Nirvana Domain protecting his body was like a stream flowing into the sea, naturally embraced and assimilated.
As the dizziness gradually faded, he found himself in a strange space beyond description. This was not the cramped, dark interior of a coffin he had imagined, nor were there any cold coffin walls. As far as the eye could see stretched a boundless, ever-shifting scene of chaos. Yet this chaos was utterly different from the Chaos ancestral vein outside. The Chaos Qi here did not surge violently, but flowed slowly like docile blood, containing an indescribably ancient rhythm. Nor was there absolute nothingness within the chaos. Countless hazy lights and shadows rose and vanished, drifting within it. At times, they gathered into the dazzling instant of a star's birth; at times, they transformed into flourishing scenes of all things growing; at times, they evolved into magnificent tableaux of civilizations at their peak. Yet in the end, every light and shadow inevitably declined, perished, and returned to chaos, only for new lights and shadows to be nurtured within it once more, over and over, without beginning or end.
Life and death, creation and destruction, were no longer two utterly opposing stages here, but a complete, ceaselessly cycling circle. A vast, ancient Reincarnation Dao Rhyme that transcended all things filled every corner of the space.
This is the inside of the Primordial Stone Coffin? This... this isn't a coffin at all. It's clearly a small world containing the ultimate truth of reincarnation!