The Primordial Stone Coffin floated in the deathly void. Like a mother protecting a fragile infant, it carefully drew the lingering fragment of Li Wuyang's true spirit into its core Reincarnation Origin. The remnants of the expeditionary fleet formed an ironclad perimeter around it, patrolling and standing guard day and night, protecting this tiny hope with a patch of sanctuary.
Inside the coffin was not a cold realm of death, but a strange space filled with warmth, chaos, and the primordial breath of life. There was no concept of time here, only the most fundamental power of Reincarnation flowing slowly. Li Wuyang's true spirit was as faint as a star on the verge of being extinguished, retaining only the deepest imprint of self-awareness and hazy fragments of memories concerning chaos, nirvana, and the Great Dao of Reincarnation.
The entire stone coffin emitted a soft, steady grayish-white glow. It was the primordial Reincarnation Qi nurtured over countless ages by the Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate's refinement. Like the gentlest spring rain, this Qi seeped into the fragment of true spirit, nourishing it and mending its countless cracks. At the same time, the ancient Reincarnation Dao Patterns on the coffin's inner walls lit up one after another, projecting innumerable scenes containing the principles of life and death. Like a silent teacher, they continually expounded the true meaning of reincarnation to that ignorant true spirit.
It was an exceedingly slow process, so slow that several months had already passed outside. Yet to the true spirit within the coffin, it felt as though it had undergone countless cycles of slumber and awakening, shattering and reassembly.
At first, the true spirit merely passively received its nourishment, its consciousness muddled and confused. Gradually, under the continuous immersion of the Reincarnation Dao Rhyme, a spark of spiritual light began