Deep within the Ancient Demon Star Altar, chaotic currents flowed like gentle streams, slowly circling Li Wuyang. His face remained pale, his aura weak, as though a gust of wind could scatter him. His Dao struggle against the projection of the Heart of Annihilation had been a brutal victory; the price was a Dao foundation on the verge of collapse and the light of his primordial spirit dimming like a candle flame in the wind. Yet if a great cultivator were to observe him with a Dharma eye, they would discover a faint yet incomparably pure glimmer deep within the cracks of that shattered Dao foundation. It pulsed stubbornly, carrying the essence of "Chaos Beginning, when all things first sprout." This glimmer was the embryonic form of the Reincarnation Dao Seed he had condensed after glimpsing a sliver of life within the utmost annihilation during that struggle between life and death.
He did not rush to repair those alarming cracks. Instead, he immersed all his focus into the newborn Dao Seed. His divine sense became fine threads, carefully guiding the primordial chaotic source fluid flowing from the Primordial Stone Coffin, along with the radiance scattered by the Myriad Stars, to nourish the fragile seed like spring rain nurturing all things. This was not a simple infusion of energy, but the inheritance and gestation of a Dao. He transformed his analysis of annihilation, his understanding of reincarnation, and his insights into the balance between life and death into the most fundamental Dao essence, melding it into the Dao Seed.
Exceptionally fine and unfathomable patterns emerged across the Dao Seed's surface. These patterns were not still, but slowly flowed and shifted. At times, they evolved into Stars' Life and Death; at times, they displayed the withering and flourishing of plants; at times,