At the center of the Reincarnation Pure Land, Li Wuyang sat cross-legged in the air, his body swaying faintly as though he might dissolve into the void at any moment. Severing one-third of his Dao foundation was like snapping a pillar that held up the heavens. It brought not only a catastrophic loss of strength, but permanent damage to his Great Dao origin. The newly formed Chaos Reincarnation Dao Embryo was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, its glow as dim as a dying candle in the wind, absorbing chaotic currents far more slowly than before. His aura had weakened to its limit, his face ashen. Only those deep eyes remained clear and resolute, reflecting the still-churning tide of deathly silence beyond the Pure Land.
The agony of stripping away his Dao foundation surpassed death by a thousand cuts. It was not merely the loss of energy, but the torture of forcibly tearing apart his understanding of the Great Dao and the imprint of his life itself. At this moment, he was like an exquisite porcelain vase that had been shattered and reluctantly glued back together—seemingly intact, yet incomparably fragile. A slightly stronger gust of wind or wave could cause him to collapse completely.
Yet extreme incompleteness brought an unexpected transformation. Once that portion of his Dao foundation merged with the Reincarnation Pure Land and became one with it, Li Wuyang discovered in astonishment that his connection with this land had reached an unprecedented state of "symbiosis." He was the Pure Land, and the Pure Land was an extension of his broken self. The expansion and stabilization of the Pure Land nourished what remained of his Dao foundation; every insight he gained into reincarnation was directly reflected in the evolution of the Pure Land's laws.
More wondrously, because the Pure Land's core