Upon the Ancient Demon Star Altar, Li Wuyang forcibly suppressed the surging blood and weakness washing through his soul. The brief enlightenment born from victory in the Dao contest intertwined with the heavy price he had paid, leaving his state of mind as turbulent and complex as the energy currents above the altar, which had yet to fully settle. He slowly straightened, though every step felt as if he were treading on cotton. His primordial spirit seemed to have been torn apart and barely stitched back together, and cracks covered his Dao foundation, yet he still held his back straight. His gaze swept across the starfield of survivors of the tribulation before finally settling on the Primordial Stone Coffin, its light restrained, yet bound to his life and cultivation.
"Elder Xuanji, I'll trouble you to oversee the star altar. Relying on the newly formed array foundation, set up the Grand Star Array for Nurturing Spirits. Gather starlight and prioritize treating our severely wounded comrades." Li Wuyang's voice was hoarse but steady, carrying unquestionable decisiveness. "Fellow Daoist Lingxiao, lead the elites in clearing out the remaining enemies at the starfield's perimeter. Expand the alert zone and set spatial traps in case their leader returns. Queen Elara, the Ancient Tree of Life's power is exceptionally effective for healing. We will have to rely heavily on your people in treating the wounded."
Orders were issued one after another, clear and precise. Everyone accepted their commands and departed. The alliance remnants, previously dazed by their costly victory, immediately began operating like a finely crafted machine. Grief, indignation, and exhaustion were replaced by action driven by a fierce desire to survive and hope for reconstruction. Li Wuyang stepped into the core array eye of the newborn star altar and sat down cross-legged. He did not