Deep within the Abyssal Starfield of Annihilation, the aftermath of the self-destruction meant to destroy the spatial gate slowly subsided, leaving behind a shocking, enormous spatial scar. The once massive and menacing framework of the spatial gate had vanished without a trace. Only the rampaging energy currents and floating metal fragments spoke of the breathtaking final blow just moments before. Under the command of the Ling Xiao Sword Master and the others, the surviving starships of the Alliance expeditionary fleet struggled against the energy storm. Every survivor's gaze was fixed on the heart of the explosion, filled with boundless grief and hope.
There, the Primordial Stone Coffin floated silently. Its once ancient and mysterious body was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks, its radiance dimmed to the extreme, as if it might shatter at any moment. Beneath the coffin, Li Wuyang's figure had become almost completely transparent, like the last candle flame in the wind. Only an infinitesimal glimmer of true spirit barely remained, maintaining itself from dispersing, linked to the stone coffin by the faintest of connections. The Dawn had long since turned into cosmic dust in the self-destruction. Only this unfathomable stone coffin, obtained from the Reincarnation Ancient Land, had protected his last sliver of life at the final moment.
"Venerable Wuyang!" The Ling Xiao Sword Master was the first to rush forward. This sword cultivator, whose will was as hard as iron, now had tears in his fierce eyes, his voice choked with emotion. He tried to approach, but a faint halo of reincarnation light naturally emanating from the stone coffin stopped him. It seemed to be instinctively safeguarding the fragile balance within and outside the coffin.
The Master of Qingwei Temple, Queen Elara, Confucian Venerate Wenzai Dao, and the others arrived close behind. Seeing this scene, all