At the core of the Ancient Demon Star Altar, Li Wuyang's body had already become the eye of a storm. The power of the Chaos Origin Core surged into every inch of his meridians and every Acupoint like a breached river of stars. This was not gentle spiritual power, but the most primordial and violent might of "nothingness," from before heaven and earth had formed and before laws had been established. His body groaned under the unbearable burden. Spiderweb cracks spread across his skin, and pale golden Dao Blood no longer merely seeped out, but flowed like streams, staining the formation base beneath him a bleak gold.
Yet amid this ultimate agony, his Reincarnation Dao Seed shone with unprecedented brilliance. It was no longer simply grayish-white, but had turned the color of chaos. Within it, miniature nebulae seemed to be born, expand, collapse, and repeat the cycle endlessly. It greedily devoured the currents of chaos, drawing their violent power into its own cycle of reincarnation and forcibly refining and merging it. Every act of devouring and refining was like dancing on a blade's edge. His soul seemed to have been cast into a chaotic furnace, enduring the torment of being cut into a thousand pieces before being reborn anew.
"Ugh—ah!" Even with Li Wuyang's incomparably steadfast Dao heart, he could not help but let out a deeply suppressed roar. His consciousness hovered at the brink of collapse as countless illusions surged forth. At times, he became a giant creating the world, wielding a massive axe to cleave open chaos, only to be torn apart by the backlash. At times, he became a dying star, feeling eternal loneliness amid endless cold and darkness. At other times, he became the last survivor amid the ruins of civilization, witnessing all splendor turn to