Li Wuyang's mind grew still, like an old monk in meditation. His entire consciousness immersed itself in that halo of Dao Principles containing the boundless mysteries of Reincarnation. At first, his perception was utter chaos. Countless scenes of life and death flashed past like a revolving lantern, dazzling and impossible to grasp at their core.
Yet he was not impatient. The Chaos Nirvana Dao inherently possessed the qualities of tolerance and transcendence. He circulated his cultivation art, using a heart of chaos to sense the pulse of Reincarnation and Nirvana intent to comprehend the true meaning of the alternation between life and death.
Gradually, the chaotic scenes began to fall into order. He "saw" a star born from chaos, growing over countless ages, radiating brilliant light, nurturing all living things, and finally exhausting its energy, becoming stellar remains and returning to chaos. Its scattered essence then gave birth to new stars within the chaos... This was a star's reincarnation.
He "saw" a blade of grass break through the soil, bathe in sunlight and rain, blossom and bear fruit, reproduce, and finally wither away, becoming soil that nourished new life... This was a life's reincarnation.
He "saw" a civilization rise from its infancy to its peak, create splendor, and ultimately decline—whether due to internal strife, foreign enemies, or depleted resources. Its wisdom and legacy either vanished or became the foundation of a new civilization... This was a civilization's reincarnation.
From the vast cosmic firmament to the tiniest speck of dust, all things existed within this eternal cycle of Reincarnation. Life was one link in the cycle, and death was another. Annihilation was not an end, but the beginning of new life. Reincarnation was the universe's most fundamental order, the supreme rule that transcended all specific laws.
*So that was it... Chaos